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September 12, 2012 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Ready for the dance.

Fidgeting. Shuffling her feet a bit. It would start soon. There was noise just beyond the door.

Out of habit she checked to see if it showed.

Renoir. 1880. US Public Doman / commons.wikimedia.org)

Picture perfect. (Renoir.1880.US Public Domain/WIKI)

A soft hand on her shoulder. Her friend. Now don’t worry. We’ll just brush your hair this way a tiny bit. See? That covers it. Looks fine.

No one will notice – not with that beautiful smile of yours.

She believed.

But flinched as a box was dropped.

The arm wrapped around her in reassurance. 

It won’t happen here. It won’t ever happen again.

She believed.

Believed these people. But others? A small shiver.

Leaning against the protecting arm, she closed her eyes. She would have been happy to stay behind. Her remaining stitches itched.

She was tired. Too worried last night about this. It’s just practice, they said. A chance to socialize a bit – and have some fun. There would be party treats.

But today her stomach was in knots, again. They promised her the bad people wouldn’t be here. It was safe. They would guard her to make sure.

She wanted to believe.

But a little part of her stomach said “fear.”

She put on a brave smile. She had promised she would try.

Then they were there.

Next to her.

Obviously, they need no party instructions. (Renoir.1881.US Public Domain/commons.wikimedia.org)

Oh! No time to prepare.

Just like practice. Smile. Look them in the eye. Say hello to the children. 

Loud constantly moving children. Wish they would hold still – easier to see what they are doing.

Oh, and two little dogs, too? All swirling in motion around her.

The group was an entire party all by themselves.

So hard not to run away. 

She was relieved when they spotted the table of goodies.

No, she assured them. She was fine right where she was.

They, loudly, assured her they would be right back.

Take your time, she thought. Please.

Already exhausted, she tried to appear casually draped where she sat.

People drifted by stopping to chat. She politely responded as party manners required. Wan smiles given.

Her friends beamed at her efforts and waved encouragement from the sign-in table.

So tired. Almost over.

“You should look at their shoes before talking with them.” Her friend bounced down beside her. “Look for the hiking shoes. That means they will take you on trails. FUN!” he advised. “Don’t make eye contract with that one in the high heels. She probably works all the time. Bad news.”

Party gossip?
(Renoir.1868.Public Domain/Yorck Project/commons.wikimedia.org)

“You don’t know that,” murmured the elegant one who for some reason had befriended her when she first arrived. A quiet one, too, but smart. “She might have help. One could do worse. Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. Anyway, she doesn’t look right for you.”

“Clicking along on high heels, here? Probably always in a hurry. Nope, not for you, girly,” he insisted. “Might not have patience. Go for the athletic shoes. They have yards. And jog.”

“That loud bunch said they were coming back.”

Experienced party analysts.
(1874.Renoir.US.Public Domain/commons.wikimedia.org)

“No. Definitely not. Two fat kids and two irritating yappers? You would get no attention from them. Scooch back and pretend to be asleep if they show back up,” her wise friend advised.

“Look. There,” her male companion pointed with his chin. “Scuffed shoes. Sniffs like trail. Give them smile. Quick! They are headed towards the cat food. They’re turning this way. Now’s your chance. Go for it.”

“Listen, take my advice. When that pair stops, just casually move forward and put a foot in that tote bag. They can’t resist that. Now sparkle, baby, sparkle.” And the elegant one retreated to her own world.

She studied them from under half closed eyes. Straightening up a bit she thought, “perhaps.” They weren’t loud and didn’t crowd around her like a storm. They looked in her eyes and talked quietly. They quietly took her hand. Then stopped.

Oh, they saw. They saw her scars. Oh, despair.

She wouldn’t be perfect.

She would even be good enough.

She would be trouble.

She took a chance. She slipped both feet into the tote bag.

Her friend from the table came over. Quiet discussion as the couple stood up.

She leaned softly against them trying to hear.

A flurry of movement. Papers shuffling. Things rustling into plastic bags.

She nervously ate an offered treat.

What did it all mean?

Suddenly she was swept up like Sleeping Beauty and carried out.

Somehow she knew it was OK.

“That’s a lucky dog,” observed her happily bouncing friend.

“Good she took our advice. That feet in the purse thing always works. It was a nice purse, too. Quality. She picked a good one.”

Meet Molly. Now forever home.

We may know more about her story after talking to the vet when she gets the rest of her stitches out. She has mostly healed wounds across her chest behind her front legs and on her back from a wire that had been wrapped tightly around her – embedded in her body as she grew, angrily festering.

If they thought that tormenting her would make her angry and better training bait, they were wrong. She is simply too gentle in spirit, too sunny a personality.

She’s already putting on a little weight, learning to live indoors, to walk on a leash, and to not be afraid.

She’s smiling as she dances.

No vacancies once again,

Phil. the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

65 Comments

  1. Homestead Ramblings / Sep 12 2012 1:09 am

    Oh, why can’t we press the “like” tab a hundred times!!

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  2. shoreacres / Sep 12 2012 1:16 am

    I figured out the story pretty quickly – but not the ending! How wonderful! Lucky, lucky Molly. And lucky new people, too! Can’t wait for more stories – especially how the friend-making process goes with the furball!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:19 pm

      Molly waves a paw hello. She’s got to practice walking on a leash, but wants to visit Pine Gully when it’s cooler. Thanks for dancing over.

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  3. Beth / Sep 12 2012 1:17 am

    ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! Cheers to Molly and those purse paws! RC, remember “soft” cheek pats… “SOFT”. Glad Molly found a wonderful forever home and look forward to her many new and loving adventures. Molly, you are perfect!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:34 pm

      That paw in the purse always works. Molly is smaller than the German – something RC has already noted. Peaceful so far…but we feel RC is biding her time and making plans…
      Thanks for joining the party

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  4. jmmcdowell / Sep 12 2012 1:19 am

    Molly’s in good, caring, safe hands now. Can’t wait to hear her stories and see her blossom in her new home!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:36 pm

      Molly is perking up already. (RC went on a hunger strike for a day in protest). Thanks for dropping in to the celebration

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  5. PiedType / Sep 12 2012 1:37 am

    What a beautiful, gentle face. I’m so happy for her.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:42 pm

      She’s a sweetie. (Now we’ll need to locate cabins that allow dogs – she’s bound to want to explore trails, too.) Thanks for following the music over here

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  6. Jonesingafter40 / Sep 12 2012 1:42 am

    Molly is the belle of the ball… so glad she found a place to dance.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:44 pm

      Molly sends a happy tail wag. She’s already feeling comfortable in her new “castle”. Thanks for coming to the party

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  7. EllaDee / Sep 12 2012 1:43 am

    Those were the words I was waiting for “forever home”, so I can fall in love with Molly 🙂 What a beautiful story… funny how the dog knows… my dog, as a 6 week old puppy when we first saw her litter chose us – she dragged away my handbag & my keys, both of which I had tossed on the ground. My other-half of course wanted the male pick of the litter, but my beautiful Bo knew better 🙂 I wish Molly as happy and long life with you as we had, and more 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:47 pm

      It is funny – it’s like dogs make their choice and then pack their bags to go. Molly sends a nose bump…not too soft one…we’re working on that – but you have to like he enthusiasm and joy. Thanks for trotting over

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  8. finallyhomerescue / Sep 12 2012 2:28 am

    Hopefully Molly will teach them about the love that she possesses, & to have some of her Grace. God Speed Molly girl…

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:51 pm

      Molly is settling in and relaxing more…but wants to keep someone in sight – which isn’t a problem at all around here! Big tail wag to you from Molly as Thanks for the warm welcome

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  9. robstroud / Sep 12 2012 3:32 am

    Sharing our blessings with others… how wonderful. And we end up blessed ever more abundantly as recipients of their love!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 1:59 pm

      Went after cat food, came home with a desperate dog – but that face! And another adventure begins.
      Enjoy the fall weather out your way! Hope to have Molly walking in leash so we can get out here shortly.
      Thanks for dancing over

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  10. heretherebespiders / Sep 12 2012 6:43 am

    You know Molly will say it a thousand different ways in the days to come – but I want to say thank you for saving her, too.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 2:29 pm

      Molly sends a big paw wave. She’s relaxing more now – with less worry on her face. (We are so grateful to multiple people who initially stepped up and offered her safety and care.) Thanks for enjoying the dance.

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  11. roughseasinthemed / Sep 12 2012 7:55 am

    Love those impressionist paintings. But even, more love those photos of Molly. Foster or perm? Either way, she obviously needs some TLC and has found the right place for it.

    Gentle nose rubs from Pippa (and a warning to RC to behave).

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 5:14 pm

      Did you see that story about a woman who found a Renoir painting at flea market? It’s going to auction (she paid $7.00)
      Molly is family now – she’s settling in – although she just a panic attack over the ironing board (many hate that task – but few run as far and as fast away from it as Molly). But now sprawled under the ceiling fan resting.
      Molly sends a happy tail wag to Pippa for the welcome. (Pippa, RC must have heard your warning – HRH went on a hunger strike for a day). Thanks for trotting over

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      • roughseasinthemed / Sep 12 2012 5:41 pm

        Get me that Renoir for $7 and I would NOT be selling it. Not unless I was totally skint. No I didn’t see the story. A whole other tale eh?

        Ceiling fan – Molly – come and be fans with Pippa under the ceiling. There are going to be lots of snoses and nice sniffs coming from our way.

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        • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 2:24 am

          I know – it would be hard to give up. But the insurance costs? (just not tell anyone? loan to museum?)
          I think Molly and Pippa would romp like crazy…She’s really getting some energy now. Shoulder bump to ya, Pippa!

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          • roughseasinthemed / Sep 13 2012 7:51 am

            Insurance costs were the first thing my partner mentioned when I told him, I’d not even thought of that – just hang nice painting on wall. And no, I wouldn’t tell anyone. Loan to museum is a nice idea. They could pay the insurance then, but not as nice as on my bedroom wall. Selfish huh?

            Ouch! Pippa is an old dog you know, cut out those shoulder bumps. Sounds like all Molly’s scars (physical and mental) will soon be gone. Now, gentle nose sniffs please.

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          • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 2:32 pm

            I probably would just keep it quiet, too.
            But there’s nothing like standing in front of one of those massive paintings in a museum – pictures in books do not give them justice – I’ll never forget the first time I stood in front a Turner on special loan exhibit in one of the Spanish museums (not in Madrid, but actually can’t remember where). The painting was one I knew from studies/books – but the real thing was so different – simply impressive and remarkable – photos just don’t do it. So I’m always grateful when art doesn’t end up in private collections.
            Molly is a leaner. (probably working up to a giant lap sitter). She want to know is she could just snuggle close to Pippa? She seems very polite when meeting other dogs.
            She’s gotten very happy and we are working on not jumping up…which is hard when partner cannot resist her adorable-ness and standing adoration. Luckily the U-shaped backyard is sufficient for Kentucky Derby style races a couple times a day. Pippa, don’t worry, she’s calm after a bit of aerobics! Paw wave! Now back to napping…thanks for padding past

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          • roughseasinthemed / Sep 14 2012 9:02 am

            I love art galleries. You really need space to display superb paintings. And of course I have my little Turner prints. More art posts to come.

            Of course. Pippa is happy for dogs to come close although not me. Snuggles with dogs, snoses, sniffs, but not roughseas sharing the sofa. Pippa sends a tired snore back.

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  12. Emma / Sep 12 2012 12:23 pm

    Molly is gorgeous.

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  13. Ally Bean / Sep 12 2012 2:55 pm

    “Don’t make eye contract with that one in the high heels. She probably works all the time. Bad news.”

    Best line ever! Molly got some good advice from her friends. And she looks as sweet as can be. Lucky, lucky.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 12 2012 5:24 pm

      Sometimes you wonder who’s doing the choosing. Although several people were interested in pretty Molly, she picked us – how can you resist a paw in the purse? Despite her difficult life, she’s so happy and funny. She’d wave hello, but napping. Thanks for walking over

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  14. CATachresis / Sep 12 2012 5:15 pm

    I love the beautiful Impressionist paintings, but Molly is a beautiful spirit and I’m so happy she is now getting love and care with some wonderful giving people 🙂

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  15. katecrimmins / Sep 12 2012 7:05 pm

    Oh my! What a scary story with a happy ending. We are all teary eyed here! Welcome home Molly!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 2:26 am

      And a double rainbow as we tried to take a walk on leash this afternoon….joyous, if not always understanding leash etiquette..working on that. Thanks for waltzing over to chat

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  16. My Ox is a Moron / Sep 12 2012 10:39 pm

    She is absolutely beautiful.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 2:30 am

      Molly is a sweetie. Unlike the German, she doesn’t mind if strangers want to pet her…a real social butterfly.Thanks for tango-ing over to chat

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  17. Kourtney Heintz / Sep 12 2012 11:58 pm

    I love the impressionist works of art here. Lovely story and a beautiful doggie. Glad she found a good home. 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 2:33 am

      I had seen that story about the woman who bought a painting at a flea market for $7.00 – and it turned out to be a Renoir.
      So I was wandering through some Renoir pictures and realized some could be arranged to match this tale. Thanks for following the storybook

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  18. Bongo / Sep 13 2012 3:07 am

    So glad Molly found her forever home with you. I’m looking forward to getting to know her on your blog. Hi Molly.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 3:21 am

      Molly sends a nose bump! She’s hoping to run some trails…once she figures out this thing called a leash. Thanks for running by, Bongo

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  19. jannatwrites / Sep 13 2012 4:16 am

    I like how your posts often keep the real message under wraps until near the end. I spend the whole time reading it trying to guess what the post is really about 🙂 I love that you’ve adopted another dog (I bet RC cat is thrilled about this). The paws in the purse cracked me up, as well as checking out the people and avoiding the one in heels, and going for the one in hiking shoes. I hope she settles in quickly.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 13 2012 2:17 pm

      Thanks for the kind words – I always liked O Henry’s writings. RC has ended her hunger strike…and is mulling over next action.
      Molly did put paws in the purse to indicate she was ready to leave with us. (considering it’s not a big purse…) Now she’s seems to be relaxing more (sleeping on back under the ceiling fan with all paws up or out). We’ll just tippy toe out quietly…thanks for dancing over

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  20. Sunshine / Sep 13 2012 10:36 pm

    Oh, this is wonderful news and just made my day.
    Howdy to Molly and the rest of the gang! 🙂

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  21. ceciliag / Sep 14 2012 1:39 am

    Our Old Dog.. Big Dog, was found in exactly the same condition.. tied to a fence with the wires ripping him up, and many many unexplained injuries.. a failed fight dog.. just a pup.. he is a stunning but solitary dog 14 years later.. good for you taking on another dog,, it is good work.. i loved the way you put this together. c

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 14 2012 1:27 pm

      Big Dog’s injuries sound similar. It’s so disturbing anyone could do this. A older couple saw her plight, saw a chance, and managed to snatch her up and get her to a rescue group. Molly is pretty young, but is terrified of stick-shaped things – and ironing boards (and it’s not just the loud metallic opening noise). She would have terrible terrible dreams when asleep the first few days – but sleeping solid now and gaining weight. Now need her to be able to wear a harness/better collar so we can run some of the energy off.
      RC Cat is calmly studying the situation.
      Thanks for dancing by – enjoy the fall: one of my favorite times of the year on a farm!

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      • ceciliag / Sep 14 2012 1:41 pm

        it is slowly falling into fall here, still too fast fro me though, i am a summer girl.. c

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        • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 14 2012 3:04 pm

          Sometimes it seems the fall season gently folds into the world – like when you first learned with the mixing bowl to fold the dough over carefully.Somehow Mother Nature knows fall needs to move with measured gait – we aren’t ready for summer to be snatched away suddenly!

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  22. notedinnashville / Sep 14 2012 4:19 pm

    “Her remaining stitches itched.” What a great line. It itches when it heals. “It” – like a heart. “It” – like a spirit. Molly is a beauty.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 14 2012 4:49 pm

      Love your interpretation. Astute observations. Molly decided this morning the new rawhide bone isn’t a threat and has stopped barking at it. (Currently gnawing and teaching it a lesson for frightening her). Thanks for tangoing those thoughts over!

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  23. Jeannie / Sep 14 2012 6:05 pm

    Molly girl…someone was looking out for you alright. I’m so happy you have a happy ending to your story. xox

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 16 2012 2:54 pm

      Molly would send a happy lick to the face except she’s wild and bouncing so much this morning. She’s not real sure what to do with a tennis ball, but is crazy manic about having toys. Thanks for cha-cha-ing over

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  24. reflexio.com / Sep 15 2012 5:47 am

    I like the way your stories end with a twist. Good to see the right outcome.

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  25. The Hook / Sep 15 2012 5:09 pm

    What can I say about that last pic? AWWW…..

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 16 2012 3:01 pm

      You could say: “that dog should sleep more.” (they are so cute when asleep….that little face…). Thanks for tippy toeing out quietly

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  26. BuddhaKat / Sep 16 2012 6:22 pm

    Just waltzing through, blowing a kiss to Molly and the behave yourself eyes to RC… what a warm home Molly has found…

    🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 17 2012 2:19 pm

      RC is mulling over her options. Only one skirmish so far…but RC has a lot more traction on hardwood than scrambling dog. Thanks for Lindy Hopping over

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  27. Robin / Sep 16 2012 9:19 pm

    How lucky for Molly! She’s certainly a cutie. 🙂

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  28. Unconfirmed Bachelorette / Sep 16 2012 9:38 pm

    Tears in my eyes. Beautiful rescue story. Lucky Molly. And lucky you.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 17 2012 2:26 pm

      It was the feet in the purse…how could anyone walk away after that? Molly sends a waggle tail salute.

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