If my dog could speak

Molly just turned 2, which I’m told is the adolescence stage for a dog. The teen years.

She’s a terrific dog and great companion, but I am seeing the emergence of a stubborn/independent streak. Makes me wonder what she’s thinking.

 Here’s a possible list of her thoughts:

• I know you’re late for work, but would you chase me around the house for 45 minutes?
• Seriously? It’s raining.
• There’s that cute Golden Retriever. Don’t embarrass me.
• How’s your steak? I’m having dry Purina for dinner.
• I let you win at tug-o-war.
• You had me at belly rub.
• Are you really going to carry that bag around? It’s embarrassing.
• You haven’t petted me for 10 minutes. Did I do something wrong?
• Reindeer antlers aren’t as funny as you think.
• I like to mess with you by barking into the darkness.
• How about a trade—I’ll swap a a bowl of this delicious Purina for a couple of small bites of your greasy, overcooked steak.
• Oh, and your breath is always minty-fresh?
• Give me the word and I’ll rid this neighborhood of squirrels.
• Why did you throw that away that perfectly good piece of grizzle?
• My time on this earth is shorter than yours and I want you to have good memories when I’m gone, so let’s play fetch using pieces of that steak.