This is my dog. Her name is Molly. She is going to be 11 years old in May 2016. We have walked many miles together and have lots of stories.
The story I am going to share today happened at the Veterinarian Clinic.
Molly was due for her yearly vaccines. As we entered the Veterinarian Clinic there was a big Hound Dog or as I call them, a Bear Dog. In the state of Wisconsin, bear hunting with dogs is a common thing to see in the area I live. You can just tell if the hound is a hunting dog.
As we walked in, we walked past the hound and his owner. We took a seat. Molly does not bark. It has been a blessing because she never has been a barking dog. All the dogs we walk past will start to yap, not Molly, she just continues on her way. We seem to smile at each other as the owners of the other dogs will scold their dogs for barking on and on.
The Hound Dog/Bear Dog must have decided Molly was something to tree, because he started to give a "I have treed the bear howl."
Molly just looked at the hound dog. I started to laugh and so did the owner of the hound.
It got so bad, the owner had to take the hound outside.
Molly and I smiled at each other and put this experience as another story of our life together.