When you become a dog of Molly's age, gone are the days of tearing through shoulder high snow at lightening speeds like Tilghman. You take time to sniff the snow so to speak. . .or eat it. . .
Poor Molly, the winters aren't as much fun as they used to be for her. She had a bit of a tumble down the stairs last evening and caught a toe nail. . .Blood everywhere. As soon as we can get a Vet to check it out we will. Although it doesn't seem too bad.
She still managed to enjoy her early walk at the Park.
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