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.
Supposedly house-trained, she definitely was not. The house took a beating until she "got it," and even now, when she gets overly stimulated by little kids, she'll have an accident.
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.
