By Harold Klemp
For years my wife and I shared our home with a little dog named Molly. Eventually she lost her sight and hearing, but she was still filled with love—and she was still every bit as stubborn as a puppy.
Molly’s goal was to understand the great unmovable, which happened to be our library bookcase. We had set a protected area in the living room where she could walk around. The walls were foam-padded but the front of the bookcase was not. Yet Molly toddled along so slowly that she really couldn’t hurt herself.
As soon as she got up from her bed, she headed straight to the bookcase, and for some reason she proceeded to press against it with all her might. We were not sure whether she wanted to shove it over or if she was trying to absorb all the wisdom she could from the books. Read More