More Than Life Itself
Molly has this blue ball that she loves more than life itself.
It started out as a green ball, but she ate the fabric off of the outside and now she’s left with just the basic blue ball. That’s how Molly rolls. No fancy pantsy coverings or casings. Just give her the ball.
Her blue ball used to have a squeaker in it, but she ate that, too. Now there’s just this pin sized air hole that makes wheezing noises when she chews on it. But Molly doesn’t understand about pin sized air holes. She thinks there’s mouse inside that ball. Every time she squishes it and it wheezes, she thinks she’s one step closer to freeing the mouse. She’s a noble beast, that Molly.
I tried to think of anything I loved as much as Molly loves that blue ball, but I couldn’t really find something that equated. I mean, Chris and the Bean are pretty fantastic, but I generally try to avoid both of them whenever we’re dealing with air through pin sized holes because big or little, a smelly boy is still a smelly boy.
But Molly and that blue ball? There’s nothing that could keep her away. She’s in love.
Pure, simple, strong, unconditional love.
But the best part about Molly is that as much as she loves that blue ball, she somehow still loves me more. And that’s why I can’t kill her. Even when she lays all over the baby toys and covers them with dog hair. Even when she pulls the stuffed lambs off of the Bean’s mobile. Even when she eats binkies and shreds diapers. Even when she licks the Bean from head to toe just after his baths. I just can’t stay mad at her. Because she loves me more than her precious ball.
And that’s really saying something.
5 Comments
Sarah H.
I was doing OK until we got to the part about the stuffed lamb being bitten/pulled off of the mobile. Aww 🙁 Poor lambie. Good thing she loves you…it saved her this time. ha
Mandy
My husband and I do not have human children, but we do have our amazing American Dingo pup. Whenever I’m having a grumpy or pissy day, I can always come home to him, see his wagging tail, and be smothered with kisses. An instant remedy!
When we debate about whether or not to procreate, I always wonder what toll it would have on the dog. I also insist that I couldn’t love another creature more than I love the pup.
I’m not a parent, so I have not experienced this immense love people speak of, but if it’s anywhere close to how much I love that dog I don’t know that my heart can take it.
Jill
Thanks. That made me laugh.
Kara
Our son is allergic to dogs…but she was our first baby so we just can’t get rid of her! We just try to keep her out of his face as much as possible. Be glad you don’t have to make that tough decision! Molly is beautiful!!!
Mindee@ourfrontdoor
I sure hope that face lick didn’t come right after a shredded diaper.