One for the Molly, two for the Snow…

This dog will be two on the seventeenth and she still gets me up at 4:30.  I think it’s time to get her a little friend.  I’m getting too much sleep. 

"Dog erosion"… that peculiar crud line that builds up on the door frames at about 18 inches from the floor.  Distinct from cat erosion which includes grime lower on the door frame, scratches on the furniture and drifts of tiny hairs pretty much everywhere. 

If we had another dog the blankets would be much tighter on the bed, the dog erosion would build up twice as fast, and the quality of yard would be altered.  Today the yard is much like a minefield of dog turds, you have to watch your step.   A second dog would give the place that feedlot quality.  Watching your step would be useless.  And yet, and yet… we haven’t had two dogs in the house since Sutro died fifteen years ago.  And we’ve never had two YOUNG house dogs.  This sounds like a major life challenge and I’m a coward if I don’t face it squarely.