Being of beagle hound roots, she hunted everything: cats (sad, but true), ducks, squirrels, chipmunks and birds. I remember coming home from school to find a duck head from a neighbor's pond lying on our front porch. Molly was so proud. Little did she know what trouble she had caused, much less, what trouble she was in.
Molly had wonderful friends growing up, too. Santuck, Luke, Annabelle, Sunny and Molly. They were history-making dogs, I suppose. Because of them, our city passed the leash law. (A city councilor lived around the block. He was not a dog lover and a Yankee who couldn't fathom dogs rambling around the city sidewalks sans owner.) This was devastating to their little Rat Pack.
Molly was no longer able to enjoy breakfast at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store, lunch at Carlisle's drug store or dinner at Cecil's. Though she still enjoyed the chase of a duck or squirrel, Molly really loved to hunt already prepared food. Many a days, Mom and I would receive a phone call, "Hey we just saw Molly standing at Carlisle's. Do you want me to bring her home?" Occassionally I would ride my bike to the "Pig" to buy some odds and ends for Mom. I'd park my bike alongside the newspaper stands and instruct Molly to remain at the door. For the most part, she obeyed, waiting patiently at the automatic sliding glass doors until my return. However, at times impatience overcame her and she would join me in the aisles. She loved Piggly Wiggly's southern deli! Thank goodness we lived in a small town and people knew Molly.
Molly was such a sweet soul. If a dog could understand southern hospitality, she certainly did. Molly loved company! As soon as they would a car would enter the driveway, she would run to greet them and if inside, she would meet them at the door with a wagging tail. And when they left, she would escort them outside and bark to ensure safety. We will surely miss her wagging tail and her gentle nudges.
We thought it was only appropriate to have red ribbon for Molly. She looked so pretty with her red collar.
We prepared Molly's grave in our backyard.
Mom decided to plant rosemary, an herb signifying remembrance, on her grave.
Here's Mom taking water to the newly planted rosemary. She always took the best care of Molly.
Mom loves white snowballs, so we added some in honor of Molly.
Molly had anything but a dog's life. I thought I'd share a few pictures of her growing up. Okay, actually, it's a lot of pictures. I just couldn't decide which to exclude, so I did them all. 
These were taken the week we got Molly. She was such a cute pup!
As I mentioned, Molly was a beagle and loved to hunt and catch. Even if it was a pinecone.
She loved howling with the train.
After the leash law became effective, she enjoyed looking out my Mom's bedroom window.
I'm not sure why my Molly plopped down beside this wooden cow. Bigger question is why my. grandmother had a wooden cow in her backyard. (Don't ask. You would have had to known her.)
Molly playing in the snow! One of Alabama's few snowstorms in the 90s.
Molly perched in one of my Mom's dining room chairs.
Mom and Molly Christmas 2003
Molly loved being wherever we were. Here she is amidst my Mom's Christmas giftwrapping galore.
Molly and me Christmas 2003
We will miss you Molly!
While we had Ugly Betty framed, the Bear also got a new look. I wish I had a before picture. His frame did not do him justice. It was an old brown plain frame that I dreaded having to hang in our house. But this, this I can do. Love your new look Bear! (For you Yankee readers, Paul "Bear" Bryant is only the best football coach in history. He led the University of Alabama to six national championships and now has a stadium and museum named in his honor. 'Round here, he's about the best thing since sliced bread.)
This weekend was so sunny and warm that I was finally able to debut my Lilly Pulitzer umbrella! Fab Girl Anna came up for a cookout. And, as with most of my tchotchkes, this umbrella has a little story. My Mom and I found it at TJ Maxx at a bargain price. I brought it home, to which David replied, "We already have an umbrella for the table, why do we need another?"
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I thought they were hilarious, until I saw him: 
A.K.A. my favorite show. Nine minutes to go until a new episode of Jon and Kate Plus Eight comes on and I'm beside myself. I have been a fan for a few months now and find these eight little munchkins irresistible despite the incessant crying and whining that comes naturally with this many children. As an only child, I like to live through this show vicariously, I suppose. I also secretly like to watch it to see what my little Asian babies may one day (far from now) look like.
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