My dad has been begging me to write a post about my ‘sister’, Molly since she came into our family in June (as an aside, I do not call her my sister, but my parents do, so I’ll placate them in this post). Molly is a miniature bulldog, or so my parents thought when they bought her. But, they’ll be the first to tell you, she’s anything but miniature right now. Since she was just here for a few days I thought it’s only fitting that this week’s post be about her. (Forget about my own kids and their cute Halloween costume pictures).
Molly sucks is funny. She’s cute, but it’s the kind of cute where she’s really just so ugly that it becomes cute, if that makes any sense. And she actually doesn’t really suck. She’s still a puppy and just not trained yet. Here’s what she did over the 3.5 days she was at our house: pooped 2x inside (poor Lila stepped in it with her bare feet), peed in our bedroom 3x, chewed our tv console (to the point that we have to get a new one), chewed about 47 different toys from the playroom, ate Lila’s donut, scratched Lila’s belly, the list goes on and on. But before my dad gets mad at me I have to say this, she’s also a love bug. She’s so cuddly and sweet (when she’s sleeping). I like picking her up and holding her like a small toddler in my arms, and I’ve threatened to carry her around in a baby bjorn. She grunts and snorts like a pig and her tongue is constantly hanging out of her mouth, all of which is slightly endearing. So maybe I really do like Molly? I guess just not when she’s at my house. Here she is trying to help with the dishes…..
There is no doubt about the ugly part. With all those great looking Santoro genes, the idea that they call her even your remotest second cousin is a real insult. For the record, Nicole, Danielle and Paul are great looking. Sorry Molly.