Not a Morning Dog

Sometimes my mom gets up at 7 am to go to a client's house. And she expects me to get up too. No way! She says, "C'mon on Mollie, get up." I ignore her until she uses her mean voice, then I'm like, "Okay, okay, I'm up!"

Why can't I just stay in bed and go pee on the piddle pad (or near it, in my usual way)? I like sleeping. It is a good thing.

Lucky Number Seven

Before moving to Maryland from the puppy mill in Kansas I had a different name. Can you guess what it was? I was called #7. Yup. I was just a number. However, maybe it was lucky for me. I have a mommy who loves me now. I have a comfy couch to snooze on all day long. I have a warm bed to sleep in at night.

Yup. I'm a lucky pup. I don't hate the number seven. My mom says she's the lucky one to have me in her life, so we both came out winners. Vegas, look out!