Ive lost everything, but I still got her.
Molly is a spoiled princess.

>Stomps one foot when she is impatient and demanding something
>Argues in various tones like a husky
>Demands/argues/barks/whines for bedtime, where I have to tuck her into bed and make sure she is comfy under the blankets
>IF mad, will move your things to get back at you. Like roll covers off a bed, empty a trash bin, and then bring you to the mess to show you
>Takes wet towels out of laundry bin to roll around and wash her face
>Tucks her head under my chin for kisses on her head. Moving her face to make sure I kiss all sides, it has to be evened out. cant kiss just one cheek.
>Was abused and starved by a women, so has a fear of women's capacity for cruelty(like me)
>Is a picky eater, wont eat french fries, vegetables, or most bagged dog treats.
>throws things. Will chuck pillows across the room to get my attention. Will pick up and throw treats away because she demands better, throws toys to get attention
>knows Ill pick up her dropped toys if she is on a bed or couch, takes advantage of this to get my attention. She will toss her toy under a couch intentionally, then look at me to get it and bark if I wait.

I love her so much.
I dont care if she is spoiled, or if im a dog-simp. To give an animal, with a shorter lifespan than mine, a good life is fulfilling. It doesnt replacing being a dad. I lost twin girls due to still birth. But its like being an outreach worker. It helps knowing you are making SOMEONE happy, and you are able to protect and provide for something that needs it.