I should have posted this yesterday in my little ramble, but I got in late and it slipped my mind.
I drove down to see my family last night. At one point my sister and I were cozied up on the sofa with their sweet little pup named Molly, pulling our cards of the day. Molly seemed to be taking a lively interest in the fanned deck in my hands, so I held them out for her to sniff.

“Do you want to pick a card, too?” I joked. To my surprise, she reached out her nose and nudged one decisively out of the deck, so – mostly for the giggle – I flipped it over.
Molly had chosen the Ten of Cups. Or as I like to call it, the Happy Home card.
I mean, Awwwwwwwwww!!
I have to tell Molly’s story for this to be as adorable to you as it was to us. My stepfather had been poking around his old house one afternoon and found a pitiful little puppy – far too young to be away from her mother – shivering and starving under a picnic table. So, of course, he brought her home, and my family nursed her back to health.
Molly is a very intelligent dog. She is very aware of the fact that this family is responsible for her rescue, and she obviously adores them for it. Molly is also sweet, shy, and affectionate, and tries so hard to please her human mom and dad. She’s the ultimate house dog, really.
 A week or so after she was found |
 More recently, in the Christmas snow |
My mother, watching all this from her recliner, asked, “So what does the Ten of Cups mean?”
I explained the card, and as I did so Mom’s hand flew up to her heart. “Aww, that’s perfect for Molly!”
Frickin’ adorable is what that is. :’)