Molly Peffers

OK, so I just had to make a pet connection. While out at Medina Lake last week, I was killing some time in the local postal place squashed between the garden lot and a Mexican restaurant. When I'd sit down this super nice dog would come over and put her head in my lap to be petted. She was playing with the local dog, Trixie, who obviously had pedigree and owned the store. Trixie would have nothing to do with me but the mutt just was so loving I had to pet her. Turns out she was left there in Lakehills by her owners who moved to Dallas. She needed a home. I thought her name was Polly. When I arrived in San Antonio I immediately thought of my dad and mom (mostly dad, who's retired now and could use some canine companionship). 

I talked my dad into driving all the way back to Lakehills to see if Polly might be a good match for the family. Turns out her name was Holly, not Polly, but it really didn't seem to matter. She didn't seem to know her name, or at least show any indication of responding to 'Polly' or 'Holly' with a head tilt or turn. So after a rather simple get-to-know-ya round of petting and seeing how she took to a leash, we soon had Holly in the back seat of Dad's Lincoln, dirty pink bandana, squeaky toy, and biscuits in hand for the ride to SA. I sat in the back with her to help her feel comfortable. She was shaking but she never fussed, whimpered, or barked. At about the 1604 interchange she seemed more comfortable and sat up, taking in views from the window. One stop at the HEB to pick up some treats, dog food, and a dog brush and we were on our way home.

Once home, she seemed rather comfortable as she roamed the rooms on the first floor of the home. She soon followed Dad out the back door to explore, tentatively, the backyard. Little by little she seemed to be feeling more comfortable. But that name, it really wasn't working. I think it was Mom who said, "She looks like a Molly." And when I called her that, she seemed to respond, or at least look at me when I used that name. OK, it may just be wishful thinking or the tone or the inflection I use when saying Molly but it seems to work for the family and her. So Molly it is. It just seemed more appropriate ... and now we have the fifth M in the Peffers home. Molly = M5. Welcome.