Molly

Author Cathy Raiser

You see this dog? It is a bit big and weighs 52kg. She is not really good with strangers at home. I had a guy to clean the carpet – really nice, but it was not Mollie’s opinion. That’s why I took her and her two sisters out for a walk in the pouring rain that day.

I planned a little walk, but we soon found ourselves on the other side of the small lake next to my neighbor’s house. Of course, the rain has intensified.

“No problem,” I said to myself. “We will take the short cut to the dam and come back before we are all soaked.”

Well, it turns out that since the last time I was in this area, a neighbor had closed his property and easy access to the dike had disappeared. I was walking back and forth, thinking that I would have to go all the way, but I noticed that the recent drought had dried up the lake at the foot of the dam.

I happily crossed the bottom of the lake, relatively dry and covered with earth, for about 30 seconds. Then, my foot sank into a thick black mud. I suddenly noticed that the three dogs had avoided the area and pulled on their leash. One of them withdrew her collar and went home. The other little dog whimpered plaintively. Only Mollie was stoical.
I cursed the disgusting mud and took a step further. “Damned”, “now my shoes are finished!”

I stopped for a moment to think about my situation. I looked around the houses around the lake and was so grateful that no one was watching my madness. What an idiot!
“Oh, no,” I whispered. “I think I’m losing a shoe!” In anger, the more I got angry, the more difficult the walk was. Angry, the mud sucked my feet and my legs. Nothing to do, I was stuck.

Reluctantly, I looked up at all the houses. I could even see my own house, across the way. Getting help would be a good thing. Unfortunately, there was not a cat on this cold and rainy day.

I tried to take a few steps, but the more I tried, the more my feet sank. A shiver ran through me as the gravity of the situation began to sink into my head. I could not. go out. of the mud.

Then I laughed. It was ridiculous. Nobody drowns in quicksand like mud in a lake with only 1 meter of water. I was not even in the water. I was in the suburbs, within sight of my home. Crazy woman. I was half buried in the mud, trying to see my house. I watched my dogs. Little Taco was still moaning as she looked at me anxiously. Mollie, well, she looked extremely calm. I swept away the tears that had somehow formed on my cheeks. I was really going to drown myself in this horrible gooey black mud.

I was perfectly still for five or ten minutes. Yet, oh my God. Oh my God! It had passed my crotch now. Oh yeah, what a disgusting way to die! This frightful mud was on my crotch now! I looked at Mollie and, beaten, whispered, “Mollie, what am I going to do now?”

She looked deep into my eyes, nodded twice, and turned around. She was right next to the wall of the steep dike, covered with thick tree roots. She moved one paw to the left and clung to the roots as I watched her, hypnotized. Her right paw followed on the other side, wrapping around the tree’s roots again, then leaned forward until she was flat on her belly. She climbed awkwardly upward with her hind legs digging deep. She repeated the movements and I felt the leash tighten. I wrapped it around my wrist twice as she continued.

Reach, shoot, crawl again and again. I let her drag me face down on the mud. Suddenly, it was my turn to grab the roots, and I did, climbing up the dike and on firm ground. At the top of the dyke, she turned to me as if to tell me to get up, she had finished shooting. I got up and we went home, this time by the long way.

I had heard that a dog’s strength is about the same as a man’s. I believe it. If not, how would she have the strength to get me out of the mud that had finally reached my height? How on earth did she know what to do? She used the roots to pull herself up, it was impossible.

Now, when I look deep into her beautiful amber eyes, I see another being inside. An incredibly smart creature who loves me so much that she saved my life.

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