We admit it. Molly Tamale has our entire household completely whipped. We don’t know what it is, but something about this dog makes you not only instantly smitten with her, but instantly trust her as well. She’s just such a good dog.
Seriously, this dog gets away with murder. How dose she do it? We worked tirelessly with Kaylee to get her comfortable sleeping in her crate overnight, but from night number two in our house, The Tamale has slept wherever she pleased. I’ll even admit that over the last few nights, “where she pleased” has been in our bed. So what happened to our “no foster dogs on the bed” rule? Right out the window.
Her freedom isn’t limited to night time, either. Almost immediately we allowed her to stay out of her crate while we were out of the house, too. It may have something to do with the fact that we successfully obtained a peaceful coexistence on the very first evening she was with us:
Don’t get me wrong, we still have rules. The Tamale doesn’t get complete free reign of the house. She must still sit before she gets her meals. She must wait for the “ok” after the door opens before she’s allowed to bolt outside. She is absolutely not allowed on the couch while we are eating. (And yes, 90% of our meals are eaten in front of the TV. What about it?) She must live by the same rules that Oscar does, and as foster dogs before her. It just so happened she’s been rewarded with her freedoms a bit sooner than some of our other foster dogs have.
And you know what? I’m not going to apologize for it, either. After the life she’s had, she deserves a little spoiling.
For information on adopting Molly Tamale, please contact Agape Animal Rescue.
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What a cute post, when we got Havi I sad she is NEVER allowed to sleep with us. I bet you know where she lays her head every night…
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Oh we said the same thing when we got Oscar, “no dogs on the couch” and certainly “no dogs on the bed.” Well the couch thing lasted until he got big enough to jump up on by himself, and the bed…well. The bed almost wouldn’t be so bad if Oscar didn’t insist on sleeping under the covers with us! We are oh so very whipped.
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All three dogs sleep with us… it’s crowded…
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Wow, that is hard core.
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She is such a doll!
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Totally understandable … one look at that face and who wouldn’t be a puddle of mush?
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Its amazing how fast they do that, no?
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Kari
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