Mollie was always...well, trusting. No, that's not it...lets just say a gullible child. I once told her that she was named after her Uncle John's dog which was named Molly. I know it was mean of me, but the look on her face was priceless! She was shocked and seemed traumatized, but I couldn't let up stating that it had been Uncle John's favorite dog and he was heartbroken when she had died so in Molly the dog's honor, we named our first born after her. The real truth is that Mollie was named by my father. We were very close, best dad ever! So we were honored to let him choose our baby girl's name.
|Neither of these dogs pictured are Lucky, but those were the steps I always played on ;)|
Mollie was a very shy child most of the time, always sticking close to Mommy and Daddy. There were a few times when her curiosity got her into trouble, though. On this particular day Dennis was at work. Mollie was two at the time. She was sitting on the steps going outside from our downstairs bedroom while I was folding clothes. One minute she was sitting there with her best friend at the time, Lucky, our dog, and then the next minute the phone rang (no cell phones back then). I went to answer the phone, it was Joan, Dennis's sister. Spoke to her for a minute and told her I had to go. When I went back to check on Mollie and start folding clothes again, the little sneak was gone. Mind you she had never done this before. I looked everywhere I could think of then called Joan back. She came out and we continued to look...well to make a long story short, we had neighbors, the whole Lyon clan, five (yes 5!!) sheriff units, and the Palmer rescue unit at our farm looking for her. The sheriff had put in an order for a man and his bloodhounds to come help in the search. It was a very windy August day and even though we were calling her name and hoping to hear her respond, we had no luck. Oh, did I mention that I was 8 months pregnant with Josh!
Then finally there she was in the arms of a sheriff's deputy. He had tried the camper door again, several people had already tried to open it, myself as well. We had always kept the camper locked, I still have no idea how she got in there. That was one of the scariest days of my life. I was so grateful to have my baby back and for all the help. Glad that we had family that would drop everything to help one another. In the end everything turned out great....except one little thing....while she was locked in the camper, Mollie pooped in her training pants!