I should call her Unexpected Molly.
I didn’t know it when I brought Molly home, but she’s something of a climber. That first day, I got a text from my husband who had been working in his garage. He said he heard a thundering and looked out the garage door to see Molly perched at the top of the kid’s playset, ready to slide down. We’ve since learned that she climbs the ladder, just like a person. And this has become her favorite place for outdoor naps, especially when the sun is shining down.
Since then, I’ve found her in the horse troughs that we use as planters in the backyard. (I’m still working on the photo of this.) They’re the place to be when it’s starting to sprinkle, apparently, since they’re somewhat sheltered under the eves of the house. But they’re also only half full of plants, so the nice, rich, dark dirt is also really great to dig in, according to Molly. But that’s a whole other post.
But this is my favorite place we’ve found her.
That’s Jason’s 1930s Ford. He’s rebuilding the insides to make it awesome. And while he was working on the transmission in the garage, he rolled the body and frame into the grass. That’s when Molly decided she wanted to help. She is clearly a garage dog and always unexpected.