Molly Sue: Part Deux
When the Wonder Hub called home, I explained for him Norah's hypothesis. Having heard my apocalyptic descriptions of the yard, he went right to work. First, he slept in the same shirt for several nights. Then, he wore that shirt to the gym. Yuck. Next, he sealed it in a ziplock bag and mailed it home, where we waited anxiously for a miracle from on high.
Molly took to that shirt like it was her long-lost love himself. She took it everywhere. She slept with her nose buried in it at night. She dragged it out of her kennel in the morning. She chased the Monkey around the house with it hanging out of her mouth. It was reminiscent of Linus and his blanket, in an offensively odoriferous kind of way. I mean it really, really smelled bad. And yet, if you had been there, you would have sworn that Molly was in love.
I really don't know if it helped with the digging. The backyard was so far gone that it would taken a team of archaeologists to determine if the holes were pre- or post-Shirt. Truthfully, it didn't matter. The dog was happy. She had the scent of her Alpha.
And I, I was only a little bit jealous.
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