A friend of mine I work with brought me something this morning at work that she had written and wanted me to read. She had written an essay about her four pets- two dogs and two cats- and how they had come to be in her family. It was very well written and it was written with emotion and I was impressed. She wanted my opinion and I told her I would not change a thing. Her and I could swap animal stories all day long and there are days where we have.
She has inspired me to tell the story about how Molly ended up in my family. We went to the Henderson County Animal Shelter at about 11 AM one Saturday morning. My wife told me that she was tired of seeing me mope around the house without a dog to hang out with and I was going to go pick me one out.
We walked around to the cage and there were about thirty dogs in one cage and Molly was fighting over the top of all of them to get my attention. She was the smallest puppy in there. I told the guy "that is the one I want," and pointed to Molly. Little did I know that it was her last day there and she only had five minutes left. I shudder to think beyond that.
The ride home was an adventure. We put her in a cardboard box and I had to slam on the brakes when a car pulled out in front of us. Molly and her box went tumbling end-over-end under the front dashboard of the car. I couldn't help but laugh when she slowly peaked out of the box to see what had happened. That was Molly's first hour in the Gibbs family and it has been a beautiful end-over-end ride ever since.
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