Molly the Beast

You may remember this post from September concerning Molly, my mother’s new black GSD puppy.

She was so cute and cuddly then! Fast forward three months later…she’s still cute and cuddly, but she’s about four times heavier and looks nearly half-grown. My mother decided to name her “Moller” (she hit on it while I was telling her about the flying car invented by a man of the same name) and call her Molly for short. I now refer to her as “Molly the Beast”.

It’s hilarious to me how she runs…she runs at you like she’s going to tackle and devour, but when she gets there she just loves you to death, licking and circling and just generally looking for attention. One of the sweetest-natured dogs I’ve ever known.

However, in doing so, she tends to jump on you. We’ve been trying to train her not to, but she’s just so…exuberant. The dog training books don’t explain how to overcome or work with that. And given my mother’s age and size, I worry Molly’ll knock her down, especially as she grows bigger. And part of her exuberance expresses itself in destroying practically anything not nailed down or engulfed in flame. This morning she’d destroyed a spotlight in the front yard (part of Christmas decorations), even bloodying herself in the process. Had it been plugged in, she’d have been electrocuted. She ripped the metal dryer vent off the side of the house and chewed it up. The fourteen year-old, one-eyed, all-deaf Eskimo spitz/Brittany spaniel named O.D. we have no longer has hair around his tail or neck from her rambunctious play.

Hence, “the Beast”.

Anybody want to buy a used Beast?

EDIT: she has torn a hole in the gate of her pen and is able to get her head through it. I’m sure she’ll have the thing wallowed out soon enough to enable her escape. Guess I’ll have to put a cattle door on it at that point (wood with nails in it pointing to the inside).