Well, here is the newest addition to the Turley clan: Molly, our ten-week-old Goldendoodle.
As we try to find a gate long enough, we have been awed by Molly’s ability to break down of any barrier. She has learned to move chairs and even pull a door open. She is a love sponge and insists on being next to you at all times.
One of the strangest quirks is how she sleeps: on her back like a possum playing dead:
I have also found her passed out next to her bowl like some drugged out Hollywood starlet:
Putting aside her amazing skills as a safecracker and burglar, Molly has us all wrapped around her paw. While I wanted to name her Moxie, the kids overruled me so Molly it is. (Perhaps Moxie Molly as a nickname).
Whelp…
How would you know what a “passed out, drugged out Hollywood starlet” looked like anyway? JusAskin”
What an adorable addition to the family! I know the kids love her! Humphrey sends well wishes and Hello to Molly.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in–Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
The Power of the Dog
by
Rudyard Kipling
You will love this mixed breed! The gentleness of the golden, and the intelligence of the poodle (hopefully).
Perfect name.
Adorable.
(I am so jealous).
That’s a good looking pooch, Professor. Congratulations to your family on its newest member.
Ella, the black pug, and Rylee, the white terrier, send treat-scented greetings from California!
Molly Turley – what a love bug!
The best and most loved dog I ever owned was a black, standard poodle … okay, now I’m crying ………
Is it just me, or does that dog resemble the portrait of George Washington shown in the next story ? Did the Father of Our Country come back as a goldenoodle?
Jay:
At one time, I would have embraced the suggested linkage, but ever since George’s record of book theft was revealed, we are denying any common ancestry.
Wow! Elaine,
I don’t know how to follow that great poem. Molly is a cutie and Goldendoodles do have a lot of energy. Prof., I would forget the barricades. With our Labs, the gate caused more damage to the walls and woodwork when they jumped, pushed or broke through them, than they did once they got into the forbidden territory! The kids will have a great time with Molly. I hope you have a fenced yard! If not, get some new running shoes!
Hers is a cutie!
In honor of Molly–here’s a doggy mask poem for you. (Of course, it might be Molly speaking through me.)
I’m a dog. I’m frisky,
Friendly, snappy.
I like to make
My master happy.
I get his paper,
Lick his face.
I follow Master
Every place.
I sit, roll over
Do cute tricks—
Beg for biscuits,
Go fetch sticks.
We take a long walk
Every day.
I never let him
Lose his way.
I always bark
To let him know
There’s someone’s at
The door. I show
Him true affection…
I don’t pretend.
Why, I’m his very
Bestest friend.
**********
BTW, Molly IS a cutie!
Way cool pooch!!
I must say that is a first class display of dog belly. She looks like a happy critter.
JT and mespo, Molly is the black cocker spaniel rescue dog at our household.
Hello, Molly,
Well Hello, Molly,
It’s so nice to have you back where you belong
You’re looking swell, Molly,
We can tell, Molly,
You’re still glowin’, you’re still crowin’
You’re still goin’ strong.
We feel the room swayin’
For the band’s playin’
One of your old fav’rite songs from ‘way back when,
So bridge that gap, fellas
Find me an empty lap, fellas
Molly’ll never go away again
Awwwww…what a cutie and a wonderful name. For 8 years I adored my St. Bernard ” Molly ” who suited the name to a T !
She’s a cutie. I’ve had both before, a golden and a poodle, at the same time no less, but never combined in one. I bet she plays a spirited game of fetch.
mespo,
Would that be the first name of the first choice or of the last in order?
Cute dog, would it be lost in the snow?
Very cute, and she shares her first name with my miniature schnauzer.