Where ever I go she goes All those fantastic days and nights in the wild Cold nights when she sneaks into my sleeping bag And curls up against the back of my knees But my Mollie is now eight years old A good age for a Patterdale Terrier They dont live that long They spend their lives at ninety miles an hour And never know when to give up About four years ago she chewed up a six stone Boxer dog He just wanted to play But she didn't, and she only weighs 22 pounds BUT like me she's getting old And I have to accept that soon Mollie dog will be gone Maybe one more trip into the wild in September Then it will just be lonely nights