I came to my new house when I was 6 weeks old. What a surprise! My mommy had a special place for me to sleep. I was upset on that first Friday night. By late the next afternoon, a tall man came with a leash made out of string and a little chain thing. He showed me right away how to come. The string and the little shinny choke chain collar were attached, and then he put it around my neck. He immediately showed me how to come, sit and stay. He brought my mommy and daddy a large blue book. As I say in my book, Molly and Monet, "I don’t know all those grown up words and things," but every day, mommy would walk me and say funny words, like heel, sit, and stay. I was so little, and mommy was so much bigger than me. Then we would go into the house. I would sleep in a small metal container, called a crate, for about a week.

Every week, and sometimes more, Jeff would come and teach mommy how to make me behave. I loved those times. Mommy would then write, in this funny thing that grown ups call a note book. She walked me every day on the lawn, and then would play with me. When I dug holes, and did naughty things, I heard her say she would follow Jeff’s instructions with a "set up."

Sometimes a pulled a palm branch off of a tree, or maybe some dirt, a plant, and what ever mischief I could find to get attention. Mommy would take me into a room and set all the bad things I did in a row, and leave me in the room for a little time. They were trying to trick me to see if I would touch those things again. Not me! As the proper girl that I am, I showed them, and then I realized Mommy was trying to love me and I really didn’t want to do bad things. I even had a doggie play pen.

Every day we would go to the park, with my own lead, made out of leather and play with small people called "children." I would heel, sit and stay, and play with all kinds of people. Everyone seemed to pet me. Even in the sandbox, I got to play with these little people. I got to run, romp, jump and let people admire me. They would say, "what is her name?" My mommy would proudly say – Molly. As time went on, I was so proud that I didn’t mind if Mommy said that I was doing a sloppy sit.

I had a cat to play with, and a big yard to run in. Then, as I got older, I went to a big place in the mountains, where there was a big thing that moved in the water called a "boat." I loved to sit in the boat, with the wind at my back. My ears would blow in the wind. Mommy would proudly take me into town, and park the boat, and show me off. I got to show off my skills of sitting, staying, and the people in the town even let me come into their stores.

I was a proper girl, as I have said, and I sit very nice in the car, and would always know when we would almost be back home again to our other house. I have that special sense you know.