Molly visited the vet today. Molly does not like going to the vet. She dislikes it so much that she turned down the treat he offered to her before giving her a rabies shot. This canine who will swim across oceans and climb over mountains for a carrot refused to eat the dog treat at the vet’s office.

When we returned home, she walked straight for her bed and laid there, looking stressed. Jeremy noticed her troubled demeanor and grabbed a makeshift harp. He sat by her playing this rubberband strung across popsicle sticks, and announced he–like king David–was calming her distressed spirit.

Not sure it had the same effect on Molly as it did on Saul way back when, since the “music” coming from the rubberband wasn’t exactly soothing. But he tried.