#Molly the dog

[theroyalsandi]

Norwegian Royal Family - Princess Ingrid Alexandra, joined by dog Molly, during the celebrations of the National Day at the residence in Skaugum, Norway. (Photo by Shutterstock) | May 17, 2024

[bisexualbaker]

She says she’s a cat; should I believe her?

[captain-habit]

As if Molly (and me) weren't stressed enough right now, there was a WASP on her BUTT after I took her out to potty.

In the dark, in the rain...

Thankfully it didn't sting... last thing she needs is that when she just got cut open a few days ago... on that note...

I wonder how many stations she gets.

[expirisims]

Broken Home

Welcome to the Lum household! I know it's been super long since I've updated this playthrough extensively, but you may remember that Lilly kicked Lawerence out of the home. ( like I said in my previous post...never been a big fan of Lilly in my game.) Anyway, Theodore and Petunia, the family dog really miss him. And the house seems so empty without him.

Looks like Petunia is out to greet Andrew, who is walking the dog...(Molly?) OMG! I can never remember that poor pup's name!

Meanwhile Lilly is about nine months pregnant so she's back to bed after breakfast. Almost due to deliver the new baby and overdue for a good makeover...

As was Teddy. I normally wait until round two to allow makeovers, however, I've decided that Bin families are the exception. They've been rocking the old EA look for long enough to deserve a little early refresh! LOL!

Ooh, looks like there's another new pairing around town! I think these two make a good pairing.

The library looks like a popular hangout today!

Just another random picture looking at the surrounding world through windows. I'm such a nerd.

Wow Lilly! Where are you hiding that baby!!??

Looks like Petunia has been left out for the night.

You think Lilly? Are you starting to feel bad about kicking your kid completely out of your life? I wouldn't be so hard on her if I didn't know that Lawerence tends to be a good kid, so I don't think it's a behavioral issue with him.

Real nice Bella...gotta kick em while they're down, huh.

OMG! Twins! Bahahaha! That's all these two needed!

OMG! A new Garrett baby!

[divinemissem13]

Bits and Baubles

Flufftober, day 23: Trinket Fandom: Star Trek Voyager Ship: Janeway/ Chakotay AO3 link

Like the Delta Quadrant equivalent of a souvenir keychain, he brings back something small from each away mission (the peaceful ones anyway). There is no grand presentation, no elaborate ceremony of devotion. She just finds them the next day, sitting on her chair on the bridge or on the desk in her ready room. 

Sometimes, when they encounter an actual civilization, he might buy something small at the market. From the uninhabited planets, he brings back a unique stone or a leaf (or on one occasion, a fossilized insect!). 

She convinces herself it doesn’t mean anything. They are only mementos meant to catalog their journey. She preserves them for the sake of research.

It’s not like when Molly would bring her a stick, or a ball, or (God forbid) something else dug up from the dirt. Molly would drop the gifts into her lap and look up at her, tongue hanging out, with a mix of love, admiration, and pride shining through her eyes from the very core of her being.

No, those ‘gifts’ from Molly were signs of love, in the only way a dog knows to show it. 

These little trinkets from him - they’re just practical. 

Aren’t they? 

[cannibalspicnic]

Hey it's Molly! That's my parents' puppy! Here's a more recent photo, if anyone's interested.

Still sassy.

Baby Molly nomming her sibling.

[nightinghoul]

Dog Profiles: Molly Grue

Molly is our youngest dog at 6 years, but also our biggest. She weighs fifteen pounds, and most of that is legs. The shelter had her down as a jack-yorkie mix, but I'm convinced she has some boxer in her. Even though she's tiny, she looks a lot like a boxer mix we used to have (and we knew that dog's parents!) Plus, she boxes! Molly uses her front paws a lot to get attention and play.

Molly loves to go on adventures! She has been hiking in the mountains, and through the desert. Her best friend is Quinn! Her favorite toy is a purple ball, and I think purple is actually her favorite color. She seems to be able to distinguish it from other colors. I have given her tests, and she always goes after purple toys, and can always find her purple ball out of the blue and green ones immediately. It kinda blows my mind!

Molly's favorite treat is anything she can eat. She used to be really finicky, but after she had her anal glands removed (due to chronic impaction), she became a voracious eater. I guess having a sore butt all the time can really ruin an appetite.

Her favorite game is bringing me her ball to admire, and then running away with it. (She gets very offended when I throw her precious purple ball.) Her favorite napping spot is the cold tile floor next to my desk. Her nicknames are Beardy-Dog, Beardo, Scruffie, Beardy McBeardface, Awkward-Dog, Molly-Moo, Molly-By-Golly, and Molly McGoo.

Molly can be awkward, and sometimes the other dogs pick on her. But that never stops her from being a sweetie, and wanting to be everyone's friend. She tries very hard to be good, but sometimes she doesn't quite understand the rules (Why couch fine but not table? Why my bowl fine, but not yours?) Still, she is a very good girl. She's just a little extra black and white in her thinking, so we have to give her very clear rules. We love our Molly girl. ❤️❤️❤️

[theroyalsandi]

Norwegian Royal Family - Crown Princess Mette-Marit, joined by their dog Molly during the celebrations of the National Day at the residence in Skaugum, Norway (Photo by Shutterstock) | May 17, 2024

[bisexualbaker]

[Alt]

Oh come on, the joke wasn't that bad!

[bisexualbaker]

[Alt]

What's that? Photos of my best girl rolling being absolutely delighted to just roll in some grass? Don't mind if I do!

Bonus caterpillar picture:

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This is the only monarch-y I support.

People are really fucking weird sometimes, and I'm really exhausted of dealing with how fucking weird they can be in my direction.

Today is the last day of September, 2024.

Show me your pets. Please add them to this post bc I have images off in asks. 💗

[captain-habit]

Some morning Molly noises for you.

[expirisims]

No! No! No!

Andrew is already off to work so the kids have to get ready on their own.

This rando tourist sim is giving major "pick me" vibes! Girl, you get an A for effort in the dressing for the occasion department, LOL!

Aaaand my computer is still not capturing screenshots...Genevieve got invited to prom! She accepted an invitation from Lawerence Lum, which should be interesting because she's actually dating John Snooty, who is Lawerence's best friend and the sim Lawerence move in with when Lilly kicked him out! DRAMA!!

Speaking of John...There he is, playing chess with Andrew after school!

Making up after a sibling fight before bed.

OMG are you serious!!?? I've been selling off inventory to spruce up the kid's rooms and make them match their personalities better and forgot to place an ALARM!! Facepalm...of course... Thankfully Andrew was up and on the phone with the police before the burglar even set foot on the lot.

That's right! That's what you get for messing with this home! All the commotion drew the attention of a passing townie, LOL!

[divinemissem13]

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Winter, 2377

My childhood home shimmers into existence before me. Actually, I’m the one shimmering into existence, but it’s all about perspective. 

The house looks exactly like it has in my memory for all these years: two steps up to the wraparound porch, a wooden swing near the door, white wooden shutters that frame each window, and the dark green door that flings wide open as I approach. A reddish-brown ball of fur shoots out of the house, across the porch, down those two steps, and barrels right into me. 

I lose my balance and suddenly I’m sitting on the hard, half-frozen ground, but I don’t feel the cold at all because Molly - my Molly - has her paws on my chest and is licking my face like it’s covered in peanut butter. 

I used to watch those holos - of dogs reuniting with their owners after years apart - with a healthy dose of skepticism. I always thought they must be rigged somehow, or maybe the owner hadn’t really been away all that long. For seven years, I never dared let myself hope that I might be in for such a greeting, and yet here I am, my face covered in dog slobber and my own tears and all because Molly remembers me. 

She starts to settle and for the first time, I realize we are being watched. My mother leans against the door frame with a smile on her face and a steaming mug of something (coffee, I hope) in her hand. I’ve seen her since arriving, of course, at Starfleet headquarters and over com calls, but the vision of her now completes the image of home that I have carried in my mind's eye for so long. My heart swells with gratitude as I stand, brush myself off, reshoulder my Starfleet-issue duffle bag, and walk up the two steps to meet her. 

“Welcome home, Katie,” she beams as she palms one of my cheeks and presses a kiss to the other. In one fluid motion, she has taken the duffle, pressed the coffee mug into my hand, and turned me back towards the yard where Molly waits. “Go on,” she nudges, and I do. 

The sky is a soft gray and although it has not snowed yet, I’m sure it will soon. I can smell it in the air. I’ve missed that smell.

I walk the well-known path that leads around the house and down the hill past my thinking spot under an old oak tree. Eventually, the path will curve back towards the house so there is no chance of me losing my way this time. I stop at the oak and run a hand over its rough bark, grip the worn down knots in the trunk that I used to use for climbing. That tree has borne witness to so many important moments in my life and today is no different. Even the barren branches seem like arms welcoming me home. 

Molly runs ahead and waits in turns, barking to encourage me to hurry up or I’ll miss the incredible blade of grass she’s found or the occasional flake of snow whirling around her head on the breeze. I reach down to scratch behind her ears every chance I get, and not just because her soft fur warms my cold hands. 

The house comes back into view and I see my mother sitting on the porch swing under a blanket, waiting for us to return. I climb the two steps again with Molly close at my heels. Mom lifts a corner of the blanket in invitation and I snuggle in next to her and rest my head on her shoulder, just like I used to when I was little. Molly curls up at my feet and the three of us look out at the yard and watch the flurries that have now started to fall in earnest. Mom wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. 

It is good to be home.

[bisexualbaker]

I am honor bound to select "Dachshund". (Bandana by @nerdykeppie)

When I tell you it PAINS me to not capitalize these words, or add the appropriate article... English usage, English usage...

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[ba1laur]

why not. why not post some of the dog eat dog concepts. look at my wolves

[will-graham-coded]