Dogma- The beginning.

When Cassie died, I was pretty devastated. I hadn't even really like her that much or paid much attention to her until we found our that she was dying. Until that time she was smelly and bothersome and sort of overlooked. Once she was dying, I cried over her and hugged her, all that stuff. When we put her down, I refused to go. I was pretty sure that I couldn't handle it. Then we buried her in the back yard. Cassie was my dog, to clarify.

My mom and I went to the animal shelter probably just a couple of weeks later looking for something to fill the place of clacking dog nails on the soft wood floors. Someone had just brought in a box of puppies in exchange for a voucher for a free doggy neuter. Apparently this wasn't their first puppy dump off. We played with the puppies for a while and decided that we wanted, no- needed, to have this one particular pup. I called her Casey (long live Cassie's legacy!). My mom called her Molly. 

The day that we picked Molly up, I was wearing my massive, red down EMS jacket. I wasn't old enough to drive yet so I sat in the passenger seat with this palm sized puppy nuzzled safely in my jacket sleeve. When we got home, I was more than excited to show off my new pride and joy. The cats were not happy but my family was. (So was Kathleen. She was so excited that she dropped Molly on her head within the first 15 minutes she was home). We sat her down in the middle of the Great Room (Ok, it's a living room but we cll it the Great Room. Don't berate me, this has nothing to do with Molly) and we watched her sleep and explore. We oozed over how adorable she was.

The next day we brought her to the pet store to buy her the necessary, frivolous puppy toys and dogs collars. Everyone who passed by told us about how cute she was and asked if she was a rottweiler (she's not) and reacted with shock, disgust, and amazement when we revealed what she really was- chihuahua, dausaund, black lab, and golden retriever).

She was cute and cuddly and provided me with a new sort of attention. That was, until she started making noise, when she began to demand attention, caring. When she did everything she could to disrupt the life I was used to. That's when things started to change.

This isn't finished. I'll work on it soon. PROMISE :)