I miss Molly, but I'm also happy I have the freedom to run (not often) or lie on the couch (more often) instead of take Molly on her walks.
I think she got used to going on long, interesting walks where she could smell new smells (my fault, not hers) and she started to rebel when we went on short, familiar walks. Molly would pull against the leash when we started to head home, and she would look very bored on specific walks but perky on others. She loved walking on streets and looking into different shops. And she loves exploring new areas; she trotted for hours as long as she got a drink of water every now and then.
If I ever get a dog for myself, I have to remember that the dog's likes and dislikes don't have to rule my schedule. Long walks can be treats, not a daily habit.
Molly's owner reports that she is well, but she gets so scared during storms, and they're still trying to find a solution for that.
Thankful for God's many other lessons and blessings during this post-Molly season.
