[~Beating~Hearts~]

This is my old Pitbull, Molly. I'm very glad she didn't have to go through all of what Stubborn had. She lived to 14 years of age. I can tell you many characteristics about her.


1. She hated Vacuum cleaners and lawn mowers. She would chase both of these machines and snap at them while they were on, and we would turn them off, and once we did, she would strut off all proud that she "turned off the beast".

2. She loved tug of war. She would always win, or course, because I was still young when she died.

3. She was very gentle. My brother would hang onto her tail when he was young and she would drag hi around. She didn't bite, or growl at all.

There are so many more, I can't name them all. The last time I remember seeing her was one day I went to kindergarten... It was her last day. I came home, and yelled out, "Molly! Molly where are you!" My mom was at the computer desk and she turned to me. She was obviously crying earlier. "What happened?"
"Sweetheart," she grabbed my five year old hand. "Molly died this morning."
My Boston Terrier, Buster, came up to me and started to lick away my tears. He was such a puppy then. Now he is nearly thirteen, and i feel so old. In second grade, we got Red, another Boston Terrier. Well, at least that was my childhood wrapped into a couple paragraphs.