When God Swallows Up Molly

I'm in Nashville for a minute, working with Steve and Ben. We're writing voiceover and some additional dialogue for the movie. The whole thing should be locked in a couple weeks, and we are hoping to release it into theaters in the spring. God willing.

I stayed with Ben last year when we shot the film here in town and fell in love with his dog, Molly. Molly is a sheep dog, about sixteen years old now. I got in well after midnight so I didn't see her but this morning I heard her sniffing around outside my door, and her claws shuffling gingerly against the hardwoods. When I went outside, she was laying across the hallway on the cold kitchen floor, her eyes pointed at me and her tail wagging, but her head against the floor for all it's weight and how much energy it would take to lift it.

I got down with her and said good morning, and scratched her belly. Her tail flopped against the floor and I believe she smiled. Ben thinks she's only got a few months left. I told her what a great dog she was and I told her she was still a very good looking dog. I swear she has no idea she's about to go, she's about to be swallowed back up into God's imagination.

When God Swallows Up Molly is a post from: Donald Miller's Blog