I was organizing my home office this afternoon and stumbled upon pictures from Molly's first day on the job. The first stop after bringing her home was to meet my parent's back door neighbor's dogs.
After a quick talk about the birds and the bees and how to kick some butt, Molly was ready to meet some new folks. Crusty old West Texas men. She brought it right at them and was pretty good at calling out their b.s. Not to worry, it all worked out in the end.
Today my girl is a little bigger, a little more grouchy and infinitely more special than that first day. It's been about 6 years since I've seen those pictures. I've picked up another freeloader in that time, but all she seems to be good at is doing a good "coyote ugly" pose.