Don’t you hate it when you smell something bad, but you don’t know where it is?
You notice that your brother has old socks on the floor, and you think maybe they’re his?
Or maybe it’s that rotten sandwich that’s lying on the floor.
You think to yourself, if I don’t find that smell soon, I’m gonna move to Baltimore!
Me and Dad were just playing some Table-Top Ping-Pong. I hit the ball too hard, and Dad said it went under the washer. Nic, (My sister), Mum, Dad, and I spent like, ten minutes searching for the little white ball. I was saying something to Nic, so she said,(Jokingly, of course.) “Find the ball, Emma!”
I said:
“You find the ball, Nic!”
She stalked into the living room and abruptly started laughing. Soon Mum joined her. I walked up to see what was so funny. Turns out, Molly had the ball all along. Thanks, Molly, for giving us all lots of laughter. 🙂
Molly likes to hide. Under the beds, beneath the ramp and the table, by the bushes, etc. And if Beulah tries hard, she can find her. It’s pretty cute to watch a puppy and a dog play hide-and-go-seek just like real people.
It’s even cuter to watch Beulah and Molly laying by the fire together.
Seeing the two curled up, totally zonked out, in front of a cracking fire is possibly one of the world’s only truly blissful moments.
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