The White Boxer Chronicles - Copyright © 2009
Printed with permission from Kerry Sullivan
Your Name: Kerry
Your pet: Molly
My mom who was bedridden asked me for a puppy. After much discussion (me telling her why we
couldn't have one) I said fine. Of course she
wanted a white boxer, female, puppy. We had one for
11 years and she was the best dog ever. I drove 6
hours to meet with some people who breed boxers.
Picked up Molly and drove back to Connecticut. An
hour into our trip back, I realized that Molly was
I could not get a hold of the people so
continued home. Once home Molly cuddled with my mom
whom I told not to get used to her she was going
back she was deaf. Of course my mom said NO she is
not going back, you and I both know what will
become of her. Needless to say Molly stayed.
training was a little difficult compaired to our
other boxer. Molly however, learned quickly not to
poop in the house, but peeing was another subject.
She would go to the door and if no one was paying
attention to her she would pee on the carpet.
Finally I thought, lets try bells. I hung bells on
the door, took her to the door, rang the bells,
walked her outside and bame she was housebroken
I also started using sign language
with her, Molly knows approximately 25 signs. After
2 years of Molly being with my mom and her
caregivers from 8-4 every day and me from 4pm -
8am, we all pretty much learned what she wanted
when she wanted it (yes she trained us well).
mom was in and out of the hospital a bit and
everytime I would take Molly to visit her. She
would always go to the other patients and spend
time with them and they would be amazed to learn
that Molly was deaf. The funny part was that she
would ignore my mom and even the day mom came home
she would give her the cold shoulder (how dare she
A year ago this February 7, I brought
Molly to the hospital to visit mom and this visit
was different. As soon as the elevator opened Molly
took off and sniffing along ran right to mom's
room. She said hi to mom's roommate but then went
right over to mom and jumped into bed with her,
layed on her chest and cried. Of course mom was
petting her calling her silly and telling her she
would be home in two days. Took a lot to get Molly
to leave that evening. Well you might have guessed,
mom passed away the next evening, not 24 hours
after Molly left the hospital.
Well Molly now really was my dog. I tended to put
all the care I was giving my mom onto Molly. I felt
bad for her because she was used to people being
with her all day, never being on her own. I tried
to get her into doggie daycare but they wouldn't
take her because she was deaf.
I had another dog
coming over two days a week to spend time with her
while the other dogs mom worked, but that wasn't
working too go (though they are still great
friends) and then I came across the little girl
down the street who was looking for a little job.
She now walks Molly three days a week after school,
and I go home for lunch every day, so she doesn't
spend too much time on her own.
I have neighbors
who will go in and get her if it is a nice day and
take her outside or for a walk. Her favorite place
is a huge state owned facility (that is closed)
which is right on the water. There are no cars
allowed so she can run free, while I walk. We have
met many dogs here and she plays and plays and
plays. People are always amazed at how she keeps an
eye on me and I wave to her and she comes running.
They always remark how I don't even yell for her
and she comes. How well she sits for me to re-leash
her etc. They are always amazed when I say she is
Molly is by far one of the smartest dogs I have
ever owned. Her little doggie friend Annie and her
mom come over often to play. At times they are
there too long (you know when you don't want to be
rude and tell them to go?). One day they were there
a long time and like three year olds the dogs would
take whatever the other had, would want the couch
the other was on, etc. Molly comes over to me and
starts talking (makes more sounds than any hearing
dog I have had). I kept saying and signing I know.
All of a sudden Molly goes to the other room, comes
back with the other dogs leash and drops it between
the other mom's legs. The other mom says, guess she
is telling us it is time to go. Of course I was
signing to Molly good girl, good girl, the entire
Mom made me keep Molly and Mom gave me my
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