Video transcript
Dad had always said that we could never have a dog, no matter how much we nagged
him the answer was still no. whose going to end up looking after her once the novelty
wears off he would say.
But mum never listened to dad.
I must have been about 10 when i came home from school one day to find the cutest
little puppy curled up on my brother's knee.
Need less to say my dad wasn't best pleased when he came home from work to find us
all cooing over a puppy.
But there was not much he could do now!
After much consideration we decided to call her Molly, it was cute but a liitle
mischievous just like her, little did we realise just how mischievous she was going to
turn out to be!
This was the beginning of life with the badly behaved Beagle!
Molly dog became the seventh member of the Smith family. There's Molly and me, my
sisters Rachel and Jo, my brother Andrew and my mum and poor dad always behind
the camera.
Everyone loved Molly she came everywhere with us, she did what she liked when she
liked and nothing was ever her fault but you couldn't shout at her she was far too cute!
Most family arguments revolved around Molly, dad blaming her for things and the rest of
us ganging up on him taking Molly's side.
poor dad
Everyone in our town knew Molly but not all for good reasons!
When she was good she was very very good but when she was bad she was awful.
Before we got Molly i dreamt about taking a dog out for walks I would watch longingly at
other dog owners playing fetch it looked so fun.
Molly didn't really get fetch, she didn't see the point, I tried to teach her but she would
just look at me with a look on her face as if to say, you fetch it!
And once you let her off the lead you were never quite sure whether you would see her
again.
Members of the Smith family were regularly seen in the woods wandering around with
an empty dog lead.
Molly was even well known down at the police station we regularly made visits to bail
her out after her disappearing acts.
Dinner time was the best, Molly would sit by the door asking to go outside for a wee,
after much deliberation it would be decided that she really did look like she needed a
wee and i (sitting closest to the door) would be ordered to let her out.
So i get out of my chair, walk over to the door and as i reach for the handle that's when
Molly ceases her opportunity. As if in slow motion Molly leaps towards the chair ........
mum reaches for the plate...... but it's too late she's already grabbed the sausage off my
plate and is heading back down the hallway to safety. Now do you think Molly got the
blame.....? oh no of course not........ it's my fault for leaving my chair out for her to jump
up onto!
Molly died 2 years ago after 15 years of menace and do you know what .............. it was
my dad that took her ashes into the woods to scatter them and it was my dad that
suggested we get another beagle because he missed having her around.
Now 2 years on my mum and dad have 3 beagles Hannah, Daisy and the most recent
addition Holly.