The boss comes to lunch

We moved into our new home on Tax Day, April 15, 2003. Molly arrived in May. During the summer, I had time off to be with Molly. I took her everywhere. She was a hyper pup, full of energy, warmth and joie de vivre. The only down side of Molly seemed to be her immune system. After her first innoculations, she swelled up and had a seizure. From then on the vet had to keep her all day for the immunizations. She had fairly constant hives for the first couple of years of her life, until we put her on Flint River Ranch Fish and Chips (Trout and Sweet Potatoes). Now, four years later, she still has bouts of hives, but they seem to be seasonal and environmental in nature.

Back to my story - summer was idyllic. I worked shortened days and hung out with Molly. She was delightful. Yes, she chewed up a few socks, some woodwork and there were the two holes in the carpet, but all in all she wasn't a bad pup. When she was about four months old, I invited the other high school principal and my assistant superintendent boss over for lunch to check out my new house and my new puppy. In fact, these were the first visitors since the unfortunate baby bird incident.

When we arrived, Molly leapt on the front room sofa to see out the window. She jumped on all, wiggled uncontrollably, got gold dog hair on their dark pants, and mouthed their arms, making sure there was plenty of dog slobber on their long-sleeved shirts. She was an absolute out-of-control maniac, grabbing at their food, pawing at the chairs. She pawed so hard that the new easy chair actually came apart. (I quickly pushed the arm back together before they noticed.)

In short, we scarcely could eat lunch, because my spoiled puppy didn't like dividing my attention with anyone. Lunch with the boss was miserable, to say the least.