Golly, Miss Molly
A blog about a service dog and her veteran with PTSD
(Supporting the veteran and the family caregiver)
This blog is just for fun. It has no theme, underlying message, or purpose other than to entertain and wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day.
Molly’s Nightly Disappearances
Molly always stayed at the foot of the bed when William and I slept. An insomniac, I noticed she disappeared during the night but reappeared at the foot of the bed by morning. Days after the mysterious disappearances began, I went downstairs to dust in unused rooms, including our guest room. The once beautifully made bed sprawled open with blankets, pillows and sheets tossed about. I remade the bed, assuming my husband stopped in for an afternoon nap one day while I was away.
The next week, I found the guest room in a mess again.
“Could you at least make the bed if you’re going to nap and mess it up?” Making one bed a day is enough without adding the guest room bed.
He shrugged. “Sure.”
On one of my sleepless nights, I decided to hunt for Molly. I tiptoed around to catch her off guard. I followed her snoring, which grew in intensity all the way into the basement guest room. Molly’s head rested on the pillow. Somehow she managed to pull the blankets and sheets over her.
Busted, I banned Molly from the guest room. I never understood her refusal to sleep on the over-sized dog pillows we bought her, which the cat inherited.
Several weeks later, we found strange watermarks on a leather sofa where I do my writing. On one of my insomnia nights, guess who I found sleeping on my sofa chair? Molly laid on her back, stretched out the full length of the sofa. Her jowls dangled in her upside down position with strings of drool lacing the cushions.
We now lock Molly in the room with us at night. My insomnia keeps me alert in case Molly decides to climb up and cuddle next to William. While I can handle her snoring, I would seriously freak-out to wake and find her 135-pound body wedged between my husband and me.
Molly shares my chair, shares my chocolate cake, and now shares my guest bed. That covers all three Goldilocks’ violations. That does it! No more bedtime fairy tales for Molly.
Do you love your pet? We sure do love Miss Molly (and Mr. Moses, the grumpy cat). On this Valentine’s Day be sure to tell the one you love how special he/she is to you. If it is your pet, give him a special treat—and while you’re at it, treat yourself to something special, too. You deserve a big Valentine!
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About the blogger
Dr. Penelope “Penny” Culbreth-Graft is a retired city manager and graduate professor. She lives with her disabled Vietnam Veteran husband, William, and his service dog, Molly, on Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. She writes, paints, cares for her husband, and spends time with her grandchildren.