Somebody asked me the other day how it was that Molly came to join my family and I really love telling this story. We went one Saturday morning about 11 AM to the Henderson County Humane Society (I am proud to say Molly is a rescue dog) and the man on duty walked us around to the back of the facility where there were about 25 to 30 dogs in a single cage. All of the dogs ran over to us but one in particular caught my attention. She was the smallest of the bunch but she was crawling over the top of the rest of them to get to me. Without any hesitation, I said, "I want that one!"
I was asked why I chose that one and my answer was pretty simple. "I didn't choose that one. She chose me." My father was a dog man through and through and I remember him telling me one time how to go about picking out a dog. He told me "Pick the one that comes to you first. That is the dog that wants to be yours."
My next door neighbor at that time was the one that picked out the name Molly but the name really suited her. She was my dog from day one and we have both saved each other from certain disaster but that is a story for another day.
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