Molly

You know who’s at our house right now?  Molly.  She’s five years old, spayed, housebroken, scared, and confused.  For the first six weeks of her life she was with her mom and littermates in a pen “out in the barn” with lots of other dogs at the puppy mill farm.  Then she went for a car ride to go live with a new family, mom, dad, and little girl.
Should have been a happy ending.  As often happens, the little girl lost interest in the puppy after awhile, but Dad was smitten.  It was Dad who trained Molly, dad who played with her and took her for walks.

Last year the family was split by divorce and Dad left.  His new apartment didn’t allow pets, so Molly was left behind.   Mom and the little girl cared for Molly’s physical needs, but had no time for play or walks.  She spent days and nights in her crates and evenings in the back yard, alone.   Then Saturday morning I arrived, and actually sat on the floor for kisses and cuddles.  We played with her only toy and she had a good tummy rub.  Then we packed her things and traveled back to Massillon.

What an adjustment in 24 hours.  Meeting the Fair Isle pack of seven and trying to fit in.  Learning how to get into the window seat to watch the neighborhood squirrels.  And quality lap time with some good romps on the living room thrown in.  After a vet check up she’ll be going to a special home.