On December 18, 2009, I picked up Mollie sight-unseen from the vet where she had just been spayed, microchipped and gotten all her shots. It was my intent at that point to foster her, but within just a few days I fell in love with her. Thank you, Rover Rescue, for bringing her to me. My 14-year-old dog Cookie had died in October and though not having a dog brought me a lot more freedom, it also left me very, very alone in my home. Mollie was thought to be about 18 months old when I got her last year, although it was probably closer to a year.
The rain has been relentless for the last days and does not like the rain, but fingers crossed. So far she hasn't had an accident. I was born a dog person and so I will remain. She gives me the incentive to get out and walk and a reason to come home when I work and wander. She's a great cuddle-mate at bedtime. I've had many dogs in my long lifetime and each one has had a unique personality. She definitely does, but she puts up with my angst, my laziness sometimes, and she actually seems to like when I chat with her. I love her.