Well it should. In Florence, the antiques capital of Colorado, having our mascot, Molly, is rather like having a town therapy dog.
Almost every day, Molly comes into all the antiques shops (about 20) and other businesses, just to say hello.
People stop her on the street, too, and give her lots of love.
That's Molly, a six-year-old, Lab mix, getting a petting.
I usually give Molly some wicked good belly rubs. But what she really likes when she comes in the antiques mall where I work is seaweed. Yes, organic roasted seaweed.
I love watching her face when she recognizes the "seaweed" lady and dashes to get her treat. You'd think all dogs would love seaweed, but mine does not.
But this is my dog, Phineas. Yes, in real life. That's not a stock picture. It's him dressed as a devil. He's so finicky that seaweed is beneath him. And he makes me go to Costco to get his favorite brand of dog biscuits, since nothing else will do.
Molly will eat anything (healthy of course) and is always grateful.
And don't tell anyone, but I feed all the dogs (after getting their owner's permission) that come into the antiques mall.
You can imagine Phineas' face when I come home from work and he finds out I've been "cheating" on him all day at work.
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