Molly has informed me that she doesn’t find it at all funny when I put my fingers in her mouth or grab her tongue while she is yawning.

Well, I think its hysterical, so ptttttthhhhht!

This morning, at breakfast, I asked Molly if she’d like it if we held a hootenanny.

She said, “Hell yeah!”

I asked her if she knew what a “hootenanny” was.

She said, “Nope, but it sounds like a humdinger!”

I never know when she’s pulling my leg.

Today, after finishing a pig’s ear, Molly laid back and sighed with contentment, “Yup. It’s a doggy dog world all right.”

“The expression is actually ‘dog eat dog’”, I pointed out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, it means that if you are going to get ahead, you have to eat your competitors.”

“That’s ridiculous”, she snorted, “dogs don’t eat dogs.”

“Well. OK. What’s a ‘doggy dog world’ then?”

“The more doggy you are, the better things are.” She declared.

“And you think you’re a pretty doggy dog, do you?”

“Are you kidding? I’m the doggiest!”

“If you’re so very doggy, why do you talk?”

She shrugged, “nobody’s perfect.”

This morning, while sitting on the couch petting Molly, I asked her, "If you could be anything you wanted, what would you be?"

"Do you mean like a dentist, or like a giraffe?"

"Anything at all, you name it."

"Well," she said, "I think I'd like to be your dog."

"Your wish is granted."

We both smiled.