Evans’ Rag

Vol 1 Issue 6

Mojo and Molly

Like thieves with a secret they played back from the day she was hauled from the lake freezing, near done he watched as D dragged her back from the dead he licked her, intrigued she growling on reflex

though outside the pack were both sure to charge mongrels and curs floppy eared hounds pedigreed foo foo’s tethered or not to walking-by owners

hung out like buds   like pups from the same teats he was well papered back all the way to Innisfree Kennels she was all desperate to live one more day.

Rottweiler, Husky beautiful oddballs ran side by side knocking bodies, not caring all the ways dogs invest life with such fervor   took meals together  rode back seat and napped on trips to the beach chin on his paws, she in a ball 

defended the deck from all comers when not patrolling the shore. She’d jump from the surf slapping her flanks alarmed by all water he’d splash right through. 

Molly and Mojo were mates for the while. 

Mojo’s Ancestor

Innisfree Kennels, in upper state New York, had success with Sierra Cinnar, winning Best of Show at Westminster in 1980. Mojo’s great great grandfather was another red.