After several weeks of “Dog”, “Little Doggie” and other variations, she now has a name. The night I came back from my vacation, Richard was watching a documentary about Little Richard, and when the inevitable happened and he began singing “Good Golly, Miss Molly!,” we sort of looked at each other and said, “that’s it.”
Miss Molly she is.
It fits her. She loves chasing after her ball and she is most definitely a little doggie who loves rockin’ and rollin’.
And getting her to sit still so I can get a decent picture of her is exceedingly difficult.