She was a rescue dog. She had been found, with her four siblings, in something like a closet. The specifics of her background were unknown, but the SPCA felt certain she had been abused.
This was quite likely the case given how timid and fearful she was – and it probably explained her quiet disposition.
She’s a boxer mix. There is probably border collie in her.
Well, I did some searching on the Web, spoke to various people, fell in love with Molly and adopted her. It was only after adopting her and getting her home that, when people asked what kind of dog she was and I said “boxer mix,” people’s eyes would open and started speaking of boxers and energy.
As turns out, Molly is now quite comfortable at home and, most of the time, elsewhere. In fact, her confidence has shot through the roof, along with her energy.
And this brings me to the essence of this post: Today, it is raining and neither I nor Molly want to go outside. I’ve been outside briefly this morning and am soaked already. Except once to pee, Molly just stands at the door and with dog body language says, “Are you nuts? Go out in that? Forget it.”
Yet there’s that energy, along with her puppy need to play. The upshot? My dog is eating my house! She’s grabbing everything she can find – scarves, gloves, shoes – and chewing them beyond recognition. Even items placed out of her reach she’s managing to locate and destroy.
Mind you, she’s still a quiet dog. She rarely barks.
She’s more like a stealth missile: she destroys quietly.
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