Oh Molly...

Last night upon arriving home my dog was barking hysterically, begging to be let out of her kennel. I, of course persisted to do so and she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her to the back door implying she of course needed to go out. As I opened the door she bolted after a rabbit that caught her eye. (Mind you, she is an inside dog and not a very smart one for that matter.) When she's cut loose she does not have any common sense not to walk in the middle of the road, so we kind of freak out if she runs off which she does not do so very often. She took off deep into our woods in the back. The sun was beginning to set at this point and I was home alone. Needless to say, I was not in the mood to go tracking through sticks and shrubs looking for my cute, but stupid little dog. I kept calling "Molly!" and her bark was getting more faint as I heard her responses. "Great, she's probably so freakin far back there that she's stuck and can't get out!". "I hope you caught that dang rabbit!" I slipped on some shoes and in my t-shirt and sweat shorts I go in and begin to step in all sorts of I don't know what. I'm pretty sure there is poison ivy, snakes, spiders and all sorts of unexpected treats that will most likely greet me at any given moment. I got bit by about 15 mosquitos during my little escapade and then decided to retire. It was even darker and I was hot, itchy, tired and irritated. I walked back into my house thinking surely she'll come back. I went back out and screamed her name for another good 5 mins and there she came, happy as a little lark as if she had accomplished something great during her little adventure. Poor rabbit.

And then she had the nerve to beg for my dinner, crazy dog!