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Well, I know Molly can’t read my blog, but whatever.

I made some mistakes with Frisky. To be fair, I was growing up. But when it became apparent that he was my mother’s dog, and that my mom had basically turned a 360 on her opinions on having a pet and loved Frisky completely, I kind of slid away from him. We were like friendly coworkers. Sometimes we interacted, but for the most part, he did his thing, and I did mine. It was only when I saw how much Natalie interacted with her dog, and that Frisky was getting older and a bit ill, that I realized my problem. The reason Frisky didn’t hang out with me is because I never set out to hang out with him. I couldn’t just assume he’d want to be around me. I had to make a connection.
Granted, it’s not like I didn’t have good times with Frisky before that point. I did. He was a great dog. But I just wasn’t trying to connect with him. I wasn’t trying to be his friend. I spent the last bit of Frisky’s life doing that, and I found it rewarding. I was glad I reached out when I could.

When Molly came into our lives, I knew I wasn’t going to make the same mistakes I made before. Sure, I’m still a computer person who plays video games, and a dog isn’t really going to want to hang around with me while I do that, probably, especially when Mom is spoiling her to death. But I make sure to make time to visit with her. I take time to pet her and play with her every day, and check on her if I’m around. I got to know her. I get to be her friend. And it pays off. She likes me. She listens to me. She’s awesome.

Granted, she’s spoiled rotten. She’s picky as all get out about her food. She’s scared to death of everything. She gets to chew anything she can pick up because my Mom thinks “it’s cute.” But all in all, she’s a pretty good dog. I love her very much, and I am very glad she wants me around.

Happy Birthday, Molly.