During my 11 days of pet sitting the Fearsome Five for Brenda, it became apparent that Molson's bed time is way earlier than mine. He showed me this by schmoozing his way onto the couch shortly after 9.00 pm whether I was on it or not. I think he preferred it if I wasn't, because then I would find him burrowing his nose deep into a pillow while wriggling himself into a comfortable position. I didn't think--no I knew--that Paul would not be impressed by an 80 pound bundle of golden fur on the couch--so that was my cue to settle him downstairs with Hazel the cat, Blossom the chinchilla and Sunny and Disco the cockatiels.
When Brenda got home she said, "Did you notice that Molson puts himself to bed at 9 o'clock?" Um yes, he did give me a clue. :)
Well, the old geezer's impression of a senior citizen has been blown this evening by making beautiful music in his very own garage with a female golden named Lyric! :)
Molson followers will remember that he is a stud dog--placed in Brenda's care on condition that he is available when, ahem, needed, but his services have been rather under utilized and sometimes he has been less than enthusiastic when sent away for a "honeymoon." The last time he went, he spent several days having a bath, getting his nails trimmed, but not doing what he went for.
Sheri, the owner of Maple Lanes Goldens his home kennel, had the brainwave of bringing Lyric to him, instead of upsetting his sensitive equilibrium by taking him "away." It seemed to work and he rose to the challenge with enthusiasm.
I hear she's coming back for a repeat performance on Thursday--and if all goes well, there will be a fresh batch of Molson's goldens to bless this world with unconditional love and gentleness.
I just hope someone tells Lyric to be sure to come before 9.00 pm!