Sooooo… I’m not really in love. I’m NINE. (And 1 half, but…) I love my dog. Her face is covered in fur. Her nose is wet. She has plants all over her. Her ears are floppy. She looks at me so trustingly. She is Molly. I hear her claws as they go across the floor. (Question: why am I writing this???) Sometimes I give her food because she begs. She is sweet. She smells gross when she comes back from outside and it’s raining. (Please answer me, why am I writing this?) I really think Molly is the best dog.