And so Molassie and I went to school together, like Mary and her lamb.
Now, you need to know that the Doherty Library building was symmetrical, with classroom entrances on both sides. It was into the west-side entrance that I went almost daily, for one class or another. And when I got out of class, Mo would be by the entrance waiting for me. But one day, she wasn’t waiting there. I didn’t worry, as she was a very resourceful and intelligent dog. She’d come along sooner or later, just as she had back in the old days when she was Tawny, Campus Dog.
But by 10:00 that night, when no Mo had let herself in our front door (yes, she could, but at a price you’ll later learn), Mama and I got in the pickup and went looking and calling for her around the dark campus. We drove slowly around the back of Doherty and called. Can I just tell you what a happy dog was our Mo? To hear her masters’ voices? She came bounding to us, from the east side of Doherty. She must have left her post to play with some dogs, then returned to the wrong side of Doherty, where she waited for me–for 12 hours.
Let’s add loyal and patient to the list of Molassie’s many virtues.
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