Showing posts with label Molly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Molly. Show all posts

Monday, 22 April 2024

A sad goodbye to Molly and Lightning


Last week was a such a sad one in our dog blogging world. We had to say a final goodbye to two favourite pals. We only knew Molly and Lighnting 'virtually', but they were all too real to their loving and now bereft humans. 

It's clear that Airedale Molly and Siberian husky Lightning lived their best lives, and for beautiful, moving tributes written by their closest companions, click here and here

Gail tells me she has always fantasised about owning a husky, if only her circumstances would make that a sensible option. We sometimes see a magnificently handsome one, white like Lightning, in Duthie Park. He is called Luigi, but we don't have any photos of him. Luigi is a rescue dog who apparently had bad experiences early in his life, and as a result he is 'reactive' to exuberant little fox terriers so I'm not allowed to get too close to him. 

Did I say little? In fact I am on the large side for a WFT, but of course much smaller than Molly was, and it seems surprising that so many folk ask if I am an Airedale.

Did you know that Gail's 'first dog', pictured below, was in fact an Airedale terrier!
The wheelie dog was a much-loved present from Gail's granny, who came from the part of the world (Yorkshire) where the Airedale originates. I suspect that Gail's concept of a perfectly shaped dog has its roots in this toy, and I am proud to be thought a  'dog flap friendly sized' cousin to the largest of the British terrier breeds. 

We so enjoyed sharing just a little bit in the lives of dear Lightning and Molly, and gosh we are going to miss them. We send love and big hugs across the Pond to those they left behind.

Wednesday, 19 October 2022

Silver furs around the muzzle


On Monday morning I found myself standing by the harbour in the Scottish east coast town of Arbroath, c.50 miles south of Aberdeen. Apparently we were waiting to meet Gail's friends, Molly and Steve, whom she's known since all three were all students at the University of Bristol, back in the Dark Ages. Steve's younger son now attends nearby St Andrews University and Molly's two adorable grandchildren live in Arbroath. 

To help me spot her friends, Gail supplied this photo from c.1982.

I'm pleased to report that they are both still quite recognisable and in good shape, although Steve, like the best sort of senior dog, seems to have grown grey silver furs around the muzzle (to see them, you might have to biggify the picture below) and the red on Molly's head is now mostly due to her choice of hat (which I stole when we were on the beach, and was somewhat reluctant to return...)

After a nice walk, the three old friends went into a harbour-side restaurant for lunch and I was left in the car to speculate on what they were talking about for so long...