The Toons in the movie possessed astonishing capacities, as do all characters unconstrained by the laws of physics, the limits of anatomy, or the force of gravity. They could whip black circles out from inside their clothing, which they would then step into and disappear. They could jump several miles in the air. They could contort themselves around corners and bug their eyes out a full metre from their faces.
But the Toons were children in their judgement and behaviour. Their motives were not as great as their abilities. They were naive, feckless, unfocussed, irresponsible and impulsive.
They were in every way then very like a Jack Russell Terrier puppy.
And living with Molly for the first six months (or maybe six years) was like living with a Toon.
When she wasn't asleep, she was a gravity-defying, perpetual motion machine. She liked to jump on people the most, and, being a small dog, she generally got away with it.
She may have thought she was serving some purpose or other.
And when she was just too much to deal with, we found a way to keep her under control. We would pick her up and hoist her in the air with one arm. This worked. She would remain perfectly still for as long as your arm strength lasted.
This method was available to us until she passed the ten pound mark. Then we had to try something else.
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