This past Valentine’s Day my wonderful husband gave me a precious gift- our first child, Molly Marie Garcia.  This four-pawed fawn-colored delight has since become the sunshine of our lives.  A two pound teeny-tiny Chihuahua, Molly is spunky, quirky and immensely lovable.

Javy and I toyed with the idea of a pet for a while.  Condo-living and puppy-loving didn’t mesh well in our opinion, so we had fish!  But, when we found our blissful first-floor flat, we knew it was time to scratch the itch and take the plunge!

Meeting Molly for the first time was simply delightful and I immediately decided her beauty and personality merited a fitting middle name-hence Marie.  Molly Marie is for the most part potty trained, apparently though, until today…

Upon my arrival from a tedious, stress-ridden work day, I decidedly choose to go for a walk with my pup. As I attempt to slip on some comfy Havaianas, I find a pleasantly unpleasant surprise sitting plot-center in the middle of my flip-flop- a puddle of first class Molly Marie pee.

My discovery got me thinking…what was our baby contemplating when she chose my sandal to pee on and not her father’s?  What had I done to my daughter to make her claim my sandal in such a territorial way?  Had I upset her? Neglected her? Scolded her? Nevertheless, I have done something…what it was is yet still a mystery….

Not-so-blissfully pondering…