On the bed at last!

The only problem is, that’s not me—and nor is it ‘my’ bed! No, this is Molly, who lives with her mum and dad—June and Alan—in Tennessee, which is in America, apparently. My mum and dad have known J&A ‘forever’, as my dad says, when they were all living in Florida where J&A were cops chasing bad guys, and my mum and dad were writing about them for one of their books. In fact, Alan—Al for short—still appears as a real-life character in the thrillers my dad now writes when he’s not taking me for walks. Here’s a sample:

Al Singleton was indelibly labelled ‘Blade’ by the more irreverent members of the Metro-Dade Homicide unit he ran for twenty years because, they said, he was so skinny he could dress up in green and go to a fancy-dress party as a blade of grass…

I think that’s pretty funny, don’t you? Anyway, the reason I’m telling you all this is that Molly, like me, is a ‘rescued puppy’. There she was, abandoned, homeless, skinny and starving, walking down the road, when Alan came along in his car, opened the door—and she hopped right in. Since then, they’ve been inseparable and June says that Molly is now ‘his baby girl’. Quite right, too!

But the story doesn’t end there. Alan and June have rescued two more puppies, AJ (guess where that name came from?) and Truman, and a rescued kitten called Smokey (who looks quite a bit like two of my kittens). They used to have another rescued puppy called Dot, but she got really sick and Alan put her to sleep himself because he couldn’t bear for anyone else to do it—and then he and June cried for three days. And, believe it or not, a few weeks ago Alan found a seagull with a broken wing, and he rescued that as well! Makes you think, doesn’t it? A tough old Homicide cop with a great big, soppy heart!

This is another picture of Molly on the bed with her dad, and a picture of AJ and Truman (AJ’s the one with the brown patches on his face):

By the way, my mum says the reason why AJ and Truman seem to be sitting at attention is that their dad was a Marine: 'Sir! Yessir!'

Now, mum and dad, about this ridiculous business of me not being allowed on your bed…