I almost died.

Seriously. No dramatics. I literally almost died last night.

We had just gotten done eating dinner and Dad let us all out of our crates. As usual, I went over to the outside of Molly’s crate to scrounge for the pieces of kibble she always throws on the floor.

I should have known better by now. She’s insane about HER crate.

Next thing I know, I’m pinned down on the floor screaming and fighting for my life. Luckily, Dad was a few feet away and got her off of me before she got my throat.

She split my eyebrow/side of my eye open. I don’t need stitches but it hurts. A lot.

I was very sad all night.

Molly was too. She was in her crate for a long time but Mom and Dad let her out and you could tell she was ashamed.

Mom and Dad said if it ever happens again, or comes close to happening again, Molly won’t be allowed to live her anymore. It makes them both very sad but they agree that our safety is the number one priority.

See, Molly has been extra grumbly lately. We don’t know why. Now, Mom and Dad are really monitoring her behavior. If it continues to stay like it is or get worse, she will leave our family.

We don’t know Molly’s past. We don’t know why she is the way she is. We have ideas but no certain facts. Clearly, she was abused. But I’m a good little brother and I don’t deserve to take the hurt of her past.

This morning, I woke up shaking. Mom and Dad don’t know if I’m in pain or if I had bad dreams. It’s not that I’m scared of Molly. I’ll walk right next to her, although I’d prefer not to right now.

Anywho, if anyone has suggestions for Molly’s behavior and how to fix it, that would be great. We don’t want to lose her as part of the family but we also don’t want to always worry about her hurting one of us.

Talk to you later, friends.