March 2021 | Molly Sez
Wednesday, March 24, 2021 1 comments
Just now, while playing tug-o-war, Molly let go of the toy. My arms flew back and I clocked myself pretty damned good.

She laughed and laughed.

I hope I don’t get black and blue.

Wednesday, March 17, 2021 2 comments
This morning at breakfast I asked Molly what her plans were for the day.

“Well”, she said, “there’s nothing really on the calendar.” She paused and lapped her tea thoughtfully. “I suspect I’ll run, play, chew on a bone, dig, sniff…”

“No! No digging!” I growled. “You’re a dig-a-holic. No digging!”

“Oh. Yes daddy. No digging.” She looked downcast. “Since I can’t dig, I’ll probably dog your steps all over the house until you take me to the park, where I’ll run, play, sniff things, catch up on the news… yah know. Otherwise,” she took another sip of tea, “I’ll probably nap a lot.”

“Sounds like a Molly day!”

“You betcha. It’s a Molly day. It’s a Molly day today.”
Thursday, March 11, 2021 1 comments
“Molly, please don’t stand on my chest while I’m meditating.”

“I’m just trying to help you”, she said.

“In what way does it help me meditate to have you stand on my chest?”

“I’m keeping you grounded.”

“More like, you’re helping distract me from meditating so I’ll play with you.”

“It’s dogitation, daddy. You focus on the dog standing on your chest, and it frees your mind.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. You free your mind and realize that you, and I, and the ball are all one.”

“Are we? Are we now?”

“Yes. And since we are all one, it is natural for you to throw the ball for me.”

“I’m guessing that you, and I, and the dog treats are all one also.”

“Ahhhhh, it’s working. Your mind is become clear and focused.”

“Mmmmm, my mind is clear and yet, I still have a dog on my chest.”

“Yes, but you have a dog with Buddha nature on your chest.”

“Indeed I do.”
Tuesday, March 9, 2021 0 comments

“Daddy, why wont you talk to me?” Molly asked.

Because I am doing a silent meditation, I thought at her.

“Daddy? Did I do something wrong?” She implored.

I petted her vigorously. How do I tell her everything is OK without breaking silence? Hmmm.

“Daddy, I’m confused. I don’t understand. Talk to me!” She said, getting more strident, in spite of the petting.

Oh well. Molly is more important than silence. “I’m doing a week-long silent meditation. I’m being silent.” I explained.

“Is that why you haven’t been talking to me, or singing, or playing music, or watching TV?”

“Yes, Molly, that is why.”

“Can you at least belch and fart?” She asked.

“Yes, I can still belch and fart.”

“Good! Otherwise, you might explode!”

I smiled at her.

A few minutes later she exclaimed, “This is soooo boooooring.”

“It is calming”, I asserted.

“It is stupid”, she replied. “What is up with this nonsense, anyway?”

“I am trying to silence the jumbled mind.” I told her. “To be mindful. To be in the moment. To be concentrated while also being connected.”

She screwed up her face. “Dad. Look. Look at the ball over there.”

I looked. “Yes?”

“Dad, it is a ball. It is on the carpet. It rolls, it bounces, it stops rolling. It has a shape, a smell, a texture, and a taste. The ball rolls. You chase it. It bounces. You catch it. You chew on it. You rip it into pieces. Now it is no longer a ball, but it is still the ball. The ball no longer rolls or bounces, but it is still the ball.”

“Molly, you are indeed wise beyond your years.”

“There is your butt,” she went on, “it has a smell. You lick it…”

“I think I got it with the ball metaphor.” I interrupted.

“Are you sure?”

“I think I need to contemplate the ball for a while before I am ready for my butt. OK.”

“There is so much to be learned from your butt. Your butt…”

“Yes, Molly. I am sure I am not ready to contemplate my butt. I will let you know when I am ready. In the meantime, I am going to consider the ball in silence. OK?”

“Daddy, you’re weird.”

“Hey,” I said, “I’m only human.”

“More’s the pity,” she replied.
Wednesday, March 3, 2021 0 comments

Molly is 99 and 44/100% dog.
We don't know what the other 0.56% is.


Monday, March 1, 2021 1 comments

Molly asked if she could bring her chew toy to the dog park today for “show and bark.”

“Dogs have ‘show and tell’?” I asked.

“Well, kinda, but it’s ‘show and bark’.”

“So you bring a toy to the dog park and then bark about it?”

“Lord no. You bring a toy to the dog park, someone steals it from you, then you run around and bark at them.”