MAN’S BEST FRIEND – PART 3

Mollie Ross

 

 

Alias: Wolfie, Boss Dog, Block Head (when younger) Mollie Pops, Mollie Tuedells (not her favourite) Birth Place: Halifax, England
D.O.B: September 2007 Eyes: Brown
Fur: Short Haired Weight: Bloody Heavy! 35kgs
Colouring: Black and Tan with white underbelly Nationality: English with German & Japanese heritage (what a mix)
Sex: Female Pack Position: Leader of course, occasionally challenged by Mack
Build: Barrel Chest, broad body, big head & swishy tail Mindset: Mollie is her own dog that will do what she wants unless daddy asks nicely!

Special Abilities:

Quaffing Water – Mollie can chug water better than a frat boy on an all night bender. Seriously I’ve never see a dog that can drink like she does.

Favourite Pastime:

Daddy cuddles, elegant posing & toy hogging (all toys are Mollies)

Favourite Food:

TUNA – I swear she knows if a can of tuna is entering the house in the shopping bag. Mollie is not generally a fussy eater although veg is a no no and she has been known to turn her nose up at dry food from time to time. She much prefers some meat and gravy on her biscuits if she can get it, unlike Mack who eats anything including broccoli. When it comes to Tuna though she can smell it a mile off and I honestly believe let loose in a supermarket she’d just sit on the tuna isle gorging herself on fishy goodness.

Usually we’ll buy 2 cans when we’re shopping, one for the humans and one for the dogs and when that tin gets opened you’d better be ready for full on Mollie cuteness episode. As soon as the tin is opened she’s there stuck up against your legs like a limpet, eyes glued on where the tuna is going. Then you get the impatient whines and occasional bark just in case you didn’t know you were supposed to be giving it to her now, now now! Maybe for her 10th birthday I’ll get her a tin to herself and throw in some salmon too, she’d be in doggy food heaven.

Main Duties:

Bodyguard & defender of the realm – Mollie takes the role of home based security and defending her humans very seriously, the house and all those within it are hers to protect from all enemies, great and small. Even inanimate objects have to pass her inspection; I’ve lost count of the number of bits of post I’ve had to piece together because they qualified for Mollies version of a body frisk.

If I’m not in then whoever is at home gets extra special guarding from Mollie, this normally involves her plonking her considerable weight on the persons feet, I’m guessing the idea being if you can’t move nothing can get you without coming through Mollie first.

Admittedly when she was younger she did stand and watch from the door while daddy chased off the burglars, so much for me thinking I had a potential fearless crime fighting warrior by my side. I will however forgive her this little lapse in judgment as she was only a youngster at the time and I would imagine seeing me run out of the house waving a dog lead in the air shouting my head off was probably enough to scare anyone never mind a dog.

Background:

Mollie has always been a bit of a daddy’s girl, but that’s not surprising as I rescued her from the local dog shelter and have spent the last 8 years spoiling her with treats, toys and cuddles.

I got her from the local RSPCA shelter when she was 12 months old but at the time I wasn’t supposed to be getting a dog at all, at least not as quickly as I did. Anyone that knows me though will tell you I’m mad about dogs so once the opportunity arose, there was no way I’d pass it up.

I’d just finished Uni and having lived with dogs all my life I decided that it would be the perfect time to get my own dog. At the time I was living alone in my parents caravan, I was working from home, the holiday park which is just outside Hull had a field that was just a few minutes walk away and it was only 20 minutes drive to a fairly quiet beach, what more could a doggy want! First though I needed to talk to my parents as technically I was under their roof and there was also the small matter of the other two dogs in the family. My parents raised me to be a dog person and they were obviously big dog lovers so I was pretty confident that this would be little more than a formality.

Following a few discussions, which mainly focused on how we’d fit another dog in the family, it was agreed I would go along to the local animal shelter and “enquire” as to what it took to adopt a dog. I immediately got on the internet and started browsing the local dogs in need of a home, in hindsight though this was the beginning of the end of the “just making enquiries” idea. Anyway having now seen all the lonely doggies on offer I didn’t waste anytime in taking myself off to the local RSPCA to see what I’d need to do to become a doggy daddy. I was always planning on getting a rescue dog, so I never looked into puppies for sale although I knew I wanted a young dog that was less than 2 years old if I could find one that was suitable.

Whilst doing my internet research I’d found a couple of dogs whose profiles looked promising (sounds a bit like dating put like that) I’d printed off a profile of a dog called Twinkle who from the internet sounded like just what I was after, but when I spoke to the lady at the shelter she advised that sadly Twinkle wasn’t any good with other dogs and so wouldn’t be suitable for me and my family. That’s ok, I thought as really was only there to make initial enquiries and I was certain someone else would want Twinkle. We talked through the process and the various checks I’d need to go through, plus the small matter of a donation I’d be expected to make was brought up and agreed to.

I was ready to head home to process all the information and think things over for a day or so when I was told that they had another dog in the shelter called Mollie who she thought might be suitable for me. I said I’d take a look at her profile and see what I thought and then the RSPCA lady said those fateful words “would you like to meet Mollie and see what you think”?

Well of course I said yes, I have too little willpower when it comes to dogs at the best of times and that’s especially true once I’d learned that Mollie had been at the shelter for 6 months but nobody would adopt her. She was too big for most people and being only 12 months old she had loads of energy. Throw into the mix the fact the shelter were nearing a point where she might have to be put to sleep if they couldn’t find her a home and that was pretty much it, just making enquiries was consigned to ancient history.

I virtually said yes before even seeing her but even I had a bit more sense than that. I went out to the courtyard and a handler came out with this bundle of energy with huge paws and oversized head. I fell in love immediately and it seems the feeling was mutual as Mollie was massively excited, she constantly wanted to cuddle and she tried hard to lick me to death. In my eyes she was perfect, I couldn’t wait to make her mine and having met her there was no way I’d be saying no to adopting her.

I hated leaving her there but I was assured that nobody else would be getting her provided I turned up for and passed the rest of the adoption checks which were organised for the next day. This was Friday, I now had to go home and convince my family that Saturday morning needed to be spent at the RSPCA getting vetted. Rules stated that Mollie needed to meet them all including the other two dogs. My mum was working on the Saturday but I convinced her she wouldn’t regret getting away for an hour to meet Mollie. At this point I should probably explain that originally it was agreed as I was living in a caravan and we already had 2 dogs in the family, the newest edition would be a smaller to, at a push, medium sized dog. As you might have guessed, Mollie didn’t really fit that criteria. I however kept resolutely stum about that small complication because I knew once my family had met her there was no way they’d turn her away.

My mum’s face was a bit of a picture when she saw the size of Mollie but I could tell she didn’t really mind even when my dad said “she’s got big paws, that means she’s gonna be a big dog as she’ll have to grow into em”. After that it was a case of paperwork to fill in, donation to be made, then it was agreed that I could come back on Sunday morning to collect her.

I took my brother with me the next day to pick her up and Mollie was beyond excited, you could tell she was really happy to be coming home with us and I couldn’t stop smiling. In the space of a couple of weeks I’d gone from thinking about getting a small dog to rescuing the biggest most lovable dog in the shelter. Since then Shandy and Millie have both passed on but we got Maisie and Mack to replace them so she’s never been short of company. Mollie is now leader of the little pack and I’m pretty sure she’d agree that she’s got a darn good life.