MOLLY POSSUM

I love this 'ole dog (as well as her corgi sister, Annie Banannie)... even when she looks straight at me and runs when I call her in ...even when she rolls in juicy spring cow poop and smells to high heavens....even when she brings dried cow patties home and plops them down right in front of the door...even when she gets "skunked" and has to have a trip to the Tomato Juice Spa....even when she tracks mud into the house right after Eliza or I mop....even when she barks or howls incessantly when I'm trying to sleep...even when she's covered with fleas and ticks....even when she carries a dead mole around in her mouth for days...even when she trees a possum up the telephone pole and won't budge for days...and on and on and on....There's really no canine on earth like Molly P.

This is the girl's official spring portrait...kinda like school photos for kids. She's going into her 12th year in human age, and she's in great shape; however, as one can discern from the look on her face, her patience runs thin when it comes time for the yearly photo. As soon as she heard the camera shutter click, she was gone....off to round up the cows coming in from the back fields with sweet, chubby Annie, her partner in crime, several paces behind...