http://share.triangle.com/node/15064 Comments for "My Travles with Molly" en http://share.triangle.com/node/15064 <!-- BeginContext name="blog-teaser" q="(share|communities/*)" -->             While Molly and I were driving through Richmond heading for Moon, Virginia (I love the name), I was thinking about things that Molly would be experiencing for the first time.           Little did I know.          &hellip;<!-- EndContext --> <!-- BeginContext name="blog-front" q="share/blog" --> <p><font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"> </font><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>While Molly and I were driving through Richmond heading for Moon, Virginia (I love the name), I was thinking about things that Molly would be experiencing for the first time.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>Little did I know.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>Molly was a city dog.<span>  </span>She lived on the fourth floor of a downtown cooperative.<span>  </span>She had to ride the freight elevator to visit the sand pile, or to play with her canine friends in the doggie park a couple of blocks away.</font></font></p><!-- EndContext --> <!-- BeginContext name="blog-front" q="blog" --> <p><font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"> </font><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>While Molly and I were driving through Richmond heading for Moon, Virginia (I love the name), I was thinking about things that Molly would be experiencing for the first time.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>Little did I know.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>Molly was a city dog.<span>  </span>She lived on the fourth floor of a downtown cooperative.<span>  </span>She had to ride the freight elevator to visit the sand pile, or to play with her canine friends in the doggie park a couple of blocks away.</font></font></p><!-- EndContext --> <!-- BeginContext name="blog-front" q="*" --> <p><font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"> </font><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>While Molly and I were driving through Richmond heading for Moon, Virginia (I love the name), I was thinking about things that Molly would be experiencing for the first time.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>Little did I know.</font></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><font face="Bookman Old Style"><span>          </span>Molly was a city dog.<span>  </span>She lived on the fourth floor of a downtown cooperative.<span>  </span>She had to ride the freight elevator to visit the sand pile, or to play with her canine friends in the doggie park a couple of blocks away.</font></font></p><!-- EndContext --> <p><a href="http://share.triangle.com/node/15064">read more</a></p> http://share.triangle.com/node/15064#comment Molly meets her first horse Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:12:11 -0400 prlong 15064 at http://share.triangle.com