One evening, while walking my dog Mollie through the park, a group of men started shouting and following me. My usually sweet and soppy Mollie immediately positioned herself between me and them, letting out a low growl—something I had never heard from her before. They quickly caught on and asked if she would bite, and with as much bravado as I could muster, I said yes (even though she’s never hurt a fly). Right on cue, Mollie lunged forward, barking with a level of aggression I never imagined she had. The men took off, and the moment they were gone, Mollie instantly switched back to her usual self, wagging her tail and begging me to throw her ball!
Bonus story: In the second week of having Mollie, I let her off-leash for the first time. Unexpectedly, I collapsed due to a medical issue (which was later resolved). As I came to, my first thought was that my new puppy must have run off. But when I looked up, there she was—calmly lying next to me, watching me as if waiting for my next move.
And because I can’t resist showing her off, here’s a picture of my beautiful girl!
