Molly is having much less separation-from-humans anxiety already, even after just 40 hours.
Max has taught her how to play Bite Head, how to bark at the postman in the Max-Approved Manner (bark as he's coming, bark as he's leaving; don't bark in between when you can't see him), how to play So's Your Mother with the dogs next door, and has started on Bones 101.
I think we'll get into Proper Hole-Digging and Advanced Lounging in the next two days or so. Max tends to dig himself large holes in the shady corners of the yard, then lounge in them. Molly has been trying to emulate him, but is still obviously an amateur in the hole-construction arts.
Last night's So's Your Mother episode was a classic example of an old dog teaching somebody new tricks. Max and his girlfriend next door did two rounds of So's Your Mother (racing along the fence, barking and snarling horribly, then face licking with wild tail-wagging), and then Max backed off to let Molly have a go. She did her best, but apparently got too distracted or wasn't turning around sharply enough, because Max went over and scooped her out of the way gently with one paw. He then looked at her for a couple of seconds, turned back to the fence, and showed her what was missing with her performance.
She watches him, ears cocked, and does everything he does. If she barks incessantly at something, or gets too excited, he gently takes her head in his mouth and calms her down. If he chews a bone, she'll find another and *watch* him chew, then do her best to emulate him.
It's amazing. Max is so happy, and Molly is over the moon. I have a feeling when she's gone, he'll sleep for a week.