When I was in college I had to stop my inspiration books. They had grown into a monstrous obsession. Every photo had to be cataloged. I was constantly writing down what others where saying, and how they said it. I guess Im just going to transfer this compulsion to a digital format. My name is Mollie (My face)and I'm 23. I made a pretty unexpected career choice, and ended up working in Corset Shop. To check out my new corset obsession check out Corset Shop
My Whippet Ally sitting on my twin sister’s bed.
Ally is getting up there in years. I can’t believe she is almost 12!
My family adopted ally when we has to put our chihuahua down.
Our chihuahua was older than I was when he was put down, well into his 20s. His name was Souris, the french word for mouse. My grandmother named him because she was learning french, and though the scruffy dog looked like one. That dog out lived my grandmother. When he passed I kept some of his ashes on a shelf in my room, and sprinkled the rest at the foot of my grandmother’s grave. He always slept at her feet, and it just seemed right.
Anyways, back to Ally. We adopted her when she was 2. She had been found in the woods with another pack of dogs. The pound told us, maybe she was a hunting dog a party just left. She was in bad, bad shape. Skittish, hid, really, she still acts more like a cat than a dog.
Ally was never really a family dog. Ally became my dog almost immediately. I took her on long runs, shedding over 100 pounds in the process. When I left for college, ally took over my room. My mother would call to tell me she wouldn’t let her change my sheets.
I always felt pretty guilty over constantly leaving my lady. (My nickname for Ally is Lady. She crosses her paws when she sits, barks with her nose in the air)
When I moved in with my boyfriend this year, I knew she was coming with me. She has had a pretty nasty time adjusting to my new house. Dogs don’t do very well with change. For a dog ive had for years, who never had so much as an accident, she began going to the bathroom all over the house. She began pulling her fur out. It was awful.
She’s doing much better now. I gave her a space that is just her and I. She usually sleeps in my sewing room. I’ll get up in the middle of the night, and curl up with her on the couch.
I think my mom said it best “She may not like your new house, but she wasn’t having you leave again.”
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