In April last year, my daughter Melissa told me they would get another dog. It made perfect sense as Ture the family's 12-year-old Yorkshireterrier is in his last years.
She told me she was looking for a mixed breed this time as a pure Yorkie was too expensive.
Ture is a sun-loving (!), very social, and family-oriented gentleman and has been a great companion for me over the years. When I was so sick from my Panic syndrome and agoraphobia, Mleissa let him stay with me for months to keep me company.
Now as he enters the final years of his life, he's a bit more grumpy and has no teeth left, which makes his tongue hang out of his mouth most of the time. But we all love him dearly, and can't imagine a life without him.
Here are some photos of Ture
In May she sent me photos of a mixed breed, 25% Bewierterrier and 75% Yorkshireterrier that they had decided to get. She was born on the 20th of March and is the most adorable one. And she was going to be named Molly.
In late May my granddaughters were also told that the family was going to get a new dog, and they couldn't believe it at first but they were overcome by joy!
First of June, my daughter and her husband went and picked Molly up, and later that day my granddaughters and Ture got to meet her for the first time.
(Ture looks like "What is this now???")
9th of June, and that week I was called on to dogsit with Molly and Ture as they still had work to do, and I'm retired so I have more freedom on how and where to spend my time. My first meeting with Molly was love at first sight and she was very relaxed with me from the beginning.
That week was mostly spent with her sleeping on my chest and tummy, and a little playing with her somewhat annoyed big brother Ture.
The next weekend my wife Miriam came and spent a couple of days with me in tiny house, and got to meet Molly. And, no surprise, they fell ofc also in love with each other.
At the beginning of July, while visiting with one of the family's best friends, a horrible incident took place. That family's much larger dog suddenly attacked Molly a took a bite over the poor little one's head. That cracked it and made her a brainbleed. Melissa rushed her to the animal hospital where she was admitted to emergency care.
We all feared for her little life, and the first two days it was touch and go, but on the third day she woke up and drank some and ate a little, On the fifth day she came home, but she was still a little unstable o her legs at first but that was soon just a memory.
We were told that the extent of the damage was unclear, but what we have seen is a longer time to learn new things. No other obvious things have been noticed.
Today she turns one year!!!
She's let us all smile a bit more with her shenanigans!
