In November of 2009 a sweet precious baby came to our house. I will never forget the day she came. Mark and I were outside doing some yard work and we saw a very old looking black dog coming down our driveway. It was not a new thing for people to dump animals out on our road. The strange thing, there was another dog following along. The other dog followed a little ways behind the black dog. The black dog looked really old. She crept down the driveway and you could count every rib in her body. The other dog looked properly taken care of. Very healthy. I thought to myself this looks really strange. Did someone put both of these dogs out on our road? Why did only one of them look so bad.
Mark put some dog food out on the driveway. I said “I wonder who she belongs to? she looks like a hunting dog”. We didn’t really think the dog could belong to someone she was so malnourished. While the black dog ate the food hungrily the other dog watched, not making a move to try and get any of the food. We thought it was very strange the way the other dog just sat on the driveway straight and tall and didn’t bother to come down and eat or let us pet it.
The black dog let us pet her and we gave her some water. She was in such bad shape. The other dog on the driveway continued to stare never making a move to come down.
We checked the black dog over and decided she must be really old she could barely walk. We made a little bed for her and put out some more food. I looked up and the dog on the driveway was gone. It’s almost like he brought her to us and then left.
The next day we took the black dog to the vet. The vet checked her out thoroughly. Her tail had been cut off. He told us she was a Plot Hound, they are primarily known for hunting bear. He said she was probably gun shy and not a good hunting dog and someone had just let her go. She was not chipped. He surprised us by saying she was only about a year old. The reason she couldn’t walk very well was because she was starving. Surprisingly she did not have any parasites inside or outside of her body. Other than being under nourished she was in pretty good shape. This is probably because she was so young.
We named her Molly Rose, don’t laugh we always give our dogs middle names. My grandmother’s name was Rose. I had always planned to name a daughter Rose so I decided I would give the name to our precious new baby. We called her Molly and she fit right in. She never left the property except to go on our walks that we take. She would visit my father in law’s house next door to see what delicious scraps he may have thrown out. It was as if she was home and she knew it. She got along very well with our basset hound Patches and she was happy.
Through the years of course Molly has aged. She has gray in her muzzle but she still kicks her heels up like a young girl. She still goes on all of the walks with us but sometimes she comes back early and that is o.k. She stays outside most of the time but we always bring her in at night because of the C word, coyotes….
Scruffy and Molly are the best of friends.
Mom!!! We’re ready to come in.
Molly suffers from allergies she itches like crazy starting in the spring through the fall. We have to get her an allergy shot from time to time. She also has the worst ear infections. We have to deal with her ears on a daily basis. But oh how we love our Molly girl. She is the sweetest, gentlest baby you could ever hope for.
Yesterday Mark took Molly for her yearly exam. Because of the COVID restrictions he was not allowed to go into the Vet clinic with her. I knew she would hate that. She is so timid. When he pulled into the parking lot they came out and got her. She hates being around people without us nearby. But she was a good baby. When the vet came out to talk to Mark she said that Molly has a heart murmur, a tumor on her side and two tumors in her legs. The tumor or lump in her side has been there forever so we will continue to watch that. The other two in her legs we will need to get a biopsy. The murmur we will watch for signs of distress. Anyway she is an old girl starting to have old girl problems. It seems like our times with these babies goes by so quickly.
A funny story: When we first got Kitty Kitty we didn’t know how Molly would get along with her. Molly always wanted to attack smaller animals because she chased squirrels and things. We brought kitty kitty home and she was in a small crate in the back of the car. Molly jumped in and grabbed the crate with her teeth and started shaking the crate. We thought Molly wanted to eat kitty kitty. After several visits between Molly and Kitty Kitty we discovered she loved Kitty Kitty she just wanted her out of the crate. What a relief that was. Whenever we take one of the other babies to the vet, Molly paces and whines and tries to jump in the car with us. She hates for them to leave.
We never saw the other dog again. We watched for it. We told poppy about it and that it might show up at his house. It never did. The only thing that we can figure is that it truly was an angel dog. It knew exactly where to bring Molly for her to be cared for. He sat on the driveway and waited for her to be fed and watered and loved on and then he left. It was almost like he was saying, my job here is done.
Love your day your way!!!