Lately Molly's been acting ... interesting. She's still as sweet as can be and prefers to cuddle with either her dad or me over any other activity on this planet, but she's also been doing a few strange things. Such as digging through our laundry pile and walking onto the coffee table. Documentation of the latter (I think you can form a mental image of a disorganized laundry pile):
She's not going anywhere, that's for sure. Unless she morphs into some aggressive, biting dog in the next few weeks, we can definitely deal with her weirdness. We pride ourselves on dealing with weirdness, actually, but I sure wasn't expecting to say to either of my children (four-legged or two), "Get off the table" for at least a year or two.
When I told Mike the story, I said, "YOUR daughter got onto the coffee table for no good reason tonight." Because obviously that kind of behavior didn't come from me.