Let's See Your Dogs!!

ya and when they get older they stop caring and just go nuts. I swear she even smiles at when when I catch her doing it lol

 

Speedway Blue Tacoma... Love it!

 

Molly in the back of my parents' 2004 Honda Odyssey EX (sold in 2013 and replaced with a 2013 Honda Pilot Touring, sadly) before we embarked on our annual trip to Maine (where my Grandma has a house on a lake). This picture was taken in August 2008, so Molly would have been 13 years old. Molly always loved riding in the car:

 

Molly at our house in Oak Harbor, Washington. This was obviously at Christmas. I am 99% sure it was 2000. It may have been 2001 (we spent Christmas 2001 at aunt and uncle's house in California but still put a tree and decorated the house that year. It COULD NOT have been Christmas 2002, because we moved to Northern Virginia in July 2002 and were obviously there by Christmas of that year...

Depending on what year it was, Molly would have been 6 or 7 years old here:

 

These pictures were taken in the front yard of my parents' house in Northern Virginia (DC suburbs). We lived in the house you see in the background from July 2002 to June or July 2005. The pictures were taken in either winter 2003-2004 or winter 2004-2005. That green Pathfinder you see parked in the driveway in the second photo is what my dad traded for the Tacoma...

Molly would have been 9 or 10 years old here:

 

He's about 7 right now and generally doesn't give a damn about anything. He gets into trouble and then my boyfriend says"Well he's an old man now" and I swear he does the same thing and looks at me like "Yeah I'm an old man".

 

Molly in the backyard of our house in Oak Harbor, Washington (taken July 4, 2001; so she was 6):

 

This is my 7 yr old German Shorthair, Dexter. He is a trip.

 

My mom (more than likely) took this picture of Molly standing at the back door of our house in North Wales (the Amish-built 4-bedroom colonial we lived in from 1990 to 1996). The date in the lower right corner of the picture says January 13, 1995. Molly was born on December 11, 1994. Molly could have been less than a year old here, but she would have been a month old on the date listed on the photo and still with her mother and siblings in Maryland. My parents took Molly home at 7 weeks old, which would have been February 1995. On top of that, Molly is WAYY TOO BIG for this to have been taken in February 1995. I'm thinking the actual date is somewhere between November 1995 and January 1996:

 

And then here I am with Molly and my dad in the kitchen of the North Wales house. The date in the lower right corner says September 1995 (can't read the exact DAY), and I believe this to be accurate. If it is in fact accurate, then I would have just started first grade and would have been 6 years old, and Molly would have been three months short of her first birthday...

As you can obviously see, I'm distracted by something (more than likely something on the 13-inch TV on the kitchen counter; to the left and not seen in picture), and Molly has set her sights on my Kid Cuisine TV dinner...

 

German Short-haired Pointer?

My best friend's family has a female German Short-haired Pointer named Rosie who looks a lot like your dog (She came with the name and was about a year old when they got her).

 

Dexter is talented, this is him kayaking with me on vacation summer 2016.

 

Anyone and everyone who lived in the Northeast in January 1996 remembers THE BLIZZARD (January 8, 1996; Molly was just short of 13 months old and I was two months away from turning 7).

Molly and me in the backyard of the North Wales house:


See that huge hill of snow up to the top of the next door neighbor's fence? See how Molly's looking right at it? I do not know if this was before or after the incident I'm gonna tell you about, but here it goes. Our neighbors had a male Golden Retriever (a couple years older than Molly) who was pretty much Molly's boyfriend. They LOVED each other. At some point on the day these pictures were taken, the Golden was let out in the backyard to play. Molly happened to be unsupervised in the backyard at the same time. Molly actually climbed over that snowbank into the neighbor's yard, and the next think my mom knew she was over there playing with the neighbor's Golden Retriever!


In the front yard of the house (that tree on the right is now HUGE; It was planted when the house was built in 1990 and these photos were taken in January 1996). Take note of how Molly is eyeing up that tree:


On the right of the photo, you see the right rear fender of my dad's 1993 S-10 Blazer, the vehicle that forever solidified my lifelong love of 1st gen S-series trucks and SUVs; The air-conditioner in this same Blazer blew the same orifice tube seal TWICE in the first 11 months my dad owned it (Even with the clear title to a 2010 Tacoma in my name, I still want an old S-10)! Molly still seems very interested in that tree. Keep scrolling down...


And... There she goes! Nothing but a chew toy in the eyes of a 1-year old Labrador:

 

Molly was always smart enough to know when dinnertime was, and when she was 1 to 3 years of age (most notably when we lived on base at Moffett Field in 1996-1998; don't remember her doing this at all past about 1999), she would actually do an Oscar-worthy Snoopy impression and carry her bowl around in her mouth when she knew it was time for us to feed her... Owners get annoyed when their dogs beg, but this was just too adorable for me or my parents to discourage it... If I find a picture I'll post it...

 

I have two pictures here. The second picture was taken by me on Monday, February 27, 2017. The tree on the right is the same tree Molly was chewing on more than 21 years earlier!

January 8, 1996:


February 27, 2017:

 

Update on my Rottie pup. 5 months. Took her snowshoeing last night.


Napping tonight.

 

The room got a little dusty when I watched this video. What an incredible story.

http://www.espn.com/espn/feature/st...venture-racing-world-championship-find-family

 

thanks for making me tear up, you jerk. what an awesome story.

 

We moved from Virginia Beach, Virginia to Oak Harbor, Washington in the summer of 2000. We made several stops at national landmarks while driving our then-new GMC conversion van across the country, and even spent a few days at Yellowstone. That's obviously me, my dad, and Molly. However, if you're an American citizen and don't know where we are, you should be deported: