*Our collie, Molassie, led a double life. By day, she was a campus dog. She even went by a different campus name. Evenings and weekends, she was a family dog. Here’s how she worked it: Every morning, we’d let her out for the day (small town, no leash laws), and Mo would mosey on over to the Centre College campus to hang out with the other campus dogs and the students who were studying on the lawn. In the late afternoon, when we–her real family–started getting home from school and such, she’d come along home herself.
And then I started my freshman year at Centre, but lived at home. So Mo’s gig was up. I walked to campus one morning and saw my dog running around playing with other dogs and with other humans! What??? I called her name. Her real name. And was corrected by a student that the collie’s name was Tawny. Um, she’s my dog, and her name is Mo. Nope, she’s a campus dog and she lives here and her name is Tawny. Thank goodness, Mo came to me and made the truth very clear.
From then on, Mo and I walked together to and from classes. Every day, except one. Stay tuned. (I promise not to make you cry.)
*I took this iPhone photo of our senior year “portrait” in my college yearbook. Mo ‘n’ me down at the rail yard behind campus.
ginnygram 
Ok!! I seriously would love to have a copy of this picture!!! It is priceless and it should be hanging in a museum or Vets office somewhere!! :)