The Truth about Molly and Star
Christmas was coming quickly upon us and Mom and I were trying to decide what to get Dad. He has basically everything and never gives us a list of what he wants. So we sat down and were thinking. We thought. It had to be something that would just blow him away, something unexpected, and something that he would really love. You know, one of those gifts that you put alot of time and effort into to prove your love for that person. Mom was a little iffy about her idea, but she knew it was something Dad wanted and that he would never suspect. We decided to get him a puppy that he could train to be a hunting dog. (My dad loves to hunt.) At first we thought a Springer Spaniel would be good, but then we decided a beagle would be best. When he was a kid he and his dad had beagles for hunting. Being that my computer didn't have internet yet and Dad's did, I couldn't research about Beagle Breeders at home, and made it a mission of my own to locate one at school. I got some names and numbers and gave them to my mother. She called two and found one close to home. Five beagle baby girls, all new and ready for delivery around Christmas time. It was perfect! Mom prayed that whichever of the puppy came up to her when she arrived would be the one for Dad. She talked with the man and he showed her around, then lead her to the box where the puppies were being kept. There were the puppies, all cute and small. As she leaned over to take a look, two of the puppies shot towards her and wanted to be held, while the remainder of the pups kept to themselves. These were the once chosen for Dad by the Lord. :) So she paid for them and the man kept them for us till Christmas eve. Mom brought them home Christmas Eve night while Dad was at work, so Kelly and I lavished affection on them, gave them a bath, and just had fun playing with them. The pups were put in their box and we headed out for church. We came home later that night and had dinner. It was a nice evening just sitting there enjoying each other's company. Then we heard it, "Yip Yip Yip!" We all looked at one another and giggled, but Dad just kept on eating happily as if nothing happened. He hadn't heard. Then again, "Yip Yip Yip!" We couldn't believe that Dad couldn't hear them. Perhaps because he didn't know but we did. So after dinner we began opening our Christmas Gifts. Before we had gotten to our first one, Mom came into the room holding the pups and plopped them into Dad's Lap. "These are for you!" Dad held them for a moment, trying to understand and take in the moment. He spent the rest of the night chasing them around the house and loving on them. He was quite thrilled.
So the puppies are named Molly and Star. Molly is the smaller puppy, probably the runt. But she is quite the fiesty one. She is very outgoing and hardly afraid of anything. She is the first to explore new land and territories. In fact, just yesterday while Dad took them for a walk around the pond, she decided (on the coldest day of the year) that she would go for a swim. **splash** She jumped right into the pond and started doggy paddling out. Dad was a little worried that he'd have to go in after her, but he called for her and she came right back. She has more white on her body than Star, but now in the white patch on her neck, many small black spots have began to appear. She has a very cute face and is just adorable. Star is the bigger of the puppy. She is taller than Molly and longer (Molly however is fatter). Star aquired her name because she has a single white spot on the back of her neck. Molly got her name from a BillBoard on the side of the road; Mom was driving by it after picking out the pups and it said "Happy Birthday Molly." Star is the more dominant of the two despite Molly's aggressiveness. But she is more cautious and wary when it comes to explore. She rarely goes in head first, and waits for Molly to have explored it. Star, however, is the more people oriented of the two. She enjoys sitting at your feet and just being with you, while Molly is running around the yard like a wild banshee. So far Dad has been training them and they are doing quite well. They start puppy classes in a couple weeks. They can sit and come on command (unless they are distracted or just flat out don't want to). For the most part they like attacking each other and wrestling. If they aren't killing one another they are either, sleeping, eating, or going to the bathroom. hehehe. They are just so cute. We have got them to wear their collars just fine and walk on a leash.
Their newest best friend is our older dog Buster. Buster doesn't like people, he doesn't like other animals, and for the most part is a big grump or big baby. He wasn't too happy with the prospects of new puppies. They were too rambunxious (spelling?), too loud, and too scary. He would growl at them whenever he saw them and try to bite them. It didn't seem like it would work out and that we'd have to seperate them like we do with my ferret. But slowly we let them to start interacting with each other. After a few nips, growls, and laying down the law by Buster, they have become good friends. Not perfect, but hey we can have them in the house together without worrying. Buster has even become and advocate for us. When we need to do something and can't watch the puppies for a few minutes, we can trust him to keep watch on them. The other night a dog came into our yard and Buster chased it away and protected the puppies. He usually doesn't get down with them and play with them, they are just a bit too rough for an old pooch. But he does enjoy watching them play and sometimes just for kicks he chases them around the yard.
Christmas was coming quickly upon us and Mom and I were trying to decide what to get Dad. He has basically everything and never gives us a list of what he wants. So we sat down and were thinking. We thought. It had to be something that would just blow him away, something unexpected, and something that he would really love. You know, one of those gifts that you put alot of time and effort into to prove your love for that person. Mom was a little iffy about her idea, but she knew it was something Dad wanted and that he would never suspect. We decided to get him a puppy that he could train to be a hunting dog. (My dad loves to hunt.) At first we thought a Springer Spaniel would be good, but then we decided a beagle would be best. When he was a kid he and his dad had beagles for hunting. Being that my computer didn't have internet yet and Dad's did, I couldn't research about Beagle Breeders at home, and made it a mission of my own to locate one at school. I got some names and numbers and gave them to my mother. She called two and found one close to home. Five beagle baby girls, all new and ready for delivery around Christmas time. It was perfect! Mom prayed that whichever of the puppy came up to her when she arrived would be the one for Dad. She talked with the man and he showed her around, then lead her to the box where the puppies were being kept. There were the puppies, all cute and small. As she leaned over to take a look, two of the puppies shot towards her and wanted to be held, while the remainder of the pups kept to themselves. These were the once chosen for Dad by the Lord. :) So she paid for them and the man kept them for us till Christmas eve. Mom brought them home Christmas Eve night while Dad was at work, so Kelly and I lavished affection on them, gave them a bath, and just had fun playing with them. The pups were put in their box and we headed out for church. We came home later that night and had dinner. It was a nice evening just sitting there enjoying each other's company. Then we heard it, "Yip Yip Yip!" We all looked at one another and giggled, but Dad just kept on eating happily as if nothing happened. He hadn't heard. Then again, "Yip Yip Yip!" We couldn't believe that Dad couldn't hear them. Perhaps because he didn't know but we did. So after dinner we began opening our Christmas Gifts. Before we had gotten to our first one, Mom came into the room holding the pups and plopped them into Dad's Lap. "These are for you!" Dad held them for a moment, trying to understand and take in the moment. He spent the rest of the night chasing them around the house and loving on them. He was quite thrilled.
So the puppies are named Molly and Star. Molly is the smaller puppy, probably the runt. But she is quite the fiesty one. She is very outgoing and hardly afraid of anything. She is the first to explore new land and territories. In fact, just yesterday while Dad took them for a walk around the pond, she decided (on the coldest day of the year) that she would go for a swim. **splash** She jumped right into the pond and started doggy paddling out. Dad was a little worried that he'd have to go in after her, but he called for her and she came right back. She has more white on her body than Star, but now in the white patch on her neck, many small black spots have began to appear. She has a very cute face and is just adorable. Star is the bigger of the puppy. She is taller than Molly and longer (Molly however is fatter). Star aquired her name because she has a single white spot on the back of her neck. Molly got her name from a BillBoard on the side of the road; Mom was driving by it after picking out the pups and it said "Happy Birthday Molly." Star is the more dominant of the two despite Molly's aggressiveness. But she is more cautious and wary when it comes to explore. She rarely goes in head first, and waits for Molly to have explored it. Star, however, is the more people oriented of the two. She enjoys sitting at your feet and just being with you, while Molly is running around the yard like a wild banshee. So far Dad has been training them and they are doing quite well. They start puppy classes in a couple weeks. They can sit and come on command (unless they are distracted or just flat out don't want to). For the most part they like attacking each other and wrestling. If they aren't killing one another they are either, sleeping, eating, or going to the bathroom. hehehe. They are just so cute. We have got them to wear their collars just fine and walk on a leash.
Their newest best friend is our older dog Buster. Buster doesn't like people, he doesn't like other animals, and for the most part is a big grump or big baby. He wasn't too happy with the prospects of new puppies. They were too rambunxious (spelling?), too loud, and too scary. He would growl at them whenever he saw them and try to bite them. It didn't seem like it would work out and that we'd have to seperate them like we do with my ferret. But slowly we let them to start interacting with each other. After a few nips, growls, and laying down the law by Buster, they have become good friends. Not perfect, but hey we can have them in the house together without worrying. Buster has even become and advocate for us. When we need to do something and can't watch the puppies for a few minutes, we can trust him to keep watch on them. The other night a dog came into our yard and Buster chased it away and protected the puppies. He usually doesn't get down with them and play with them, they are just a bit too rough for an old pooch. But he does enjoy watching them play and sometimes just for kicks he chases them around the yard.
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