So last night and today Mad Molly and I dog sat for her BFF Grace's black pug Albert. Molly is in LOVE with Albert. And in Molly land that means loving him a little too much. She was super excited to have him in her house. She took him on as her pet project (no pun intended). Poor Albert, I used to think Abby deserved the gold star for patience award until yesterday. She started out being very helpful showing him around the house "Come on Albert" "see here Albert" "where did Albert go", etc. Then she started yelling at Abby for touching Albert's toys "No Abby, Albert's" and would give him a pile of her toys instead. Then as a usual sign of trouble ahead, the commentary went silent, so Mad Molly went on the hunt to find what it was she was up to now. Found her hand feeding him one piece at a time out of Abby's dish (Abby, not so thrilled! Albert in Heaven) So I thought, let's make her productive and Molly and I fed Albert his food, and Abby was very greatful for that. As I was getting dinner ready I heard a little voice say "Oh Here you Go Albert" "all Better" (as much as any toddler speak can say) and I quickly leaned over the counter to find Albert trying to drink out of his water dish all the while having his ears held up by Molly. Apparently she was concerned that his little floppy ears might get wet or something and found a way to help him. Not that his tiny little ears would have ever touched the water, but In Molly land it was a problem. I can't say that even patient Abby would have stood for that! Sorry Al!