Well, first I would like to start off with telling you my name. My name is Molly, I am owned by a simple-minded, teenager named Jessica. She has owned me for a couple of years now, since she was in elementary school. When she took me in, I was a lost dog in dire need of a home. The dog catchers just seemed to love catching me and putting me behind lock and key. But, I was a sneaky little dog. I escaped many times, and then got caught and got put right back in the "pen." I had been sneaky one to many times, so they decided to put me in the worst place ever....the cat pound!! I was terrified, not for myself, but for those poor, defenseless, little, cats that I would be chasing around all day. But come to find out, I ended up sneaking out of there to. I guess you could say that trouble follows me around everywhere I go. And they got so tired of me slipping through the bars and running away, that they were going to.... you know, put me away FOREVER! That's horrible to think about, but it's true. Right when I started writing my goodbye's to all my fellow pooches, a tall, old, man walked through the doors and saved my life, literally. He asked if there were any small dogs available to be taken home for his daughter's birthday. The dog watcher replied with a simple nod, and gestured my dad over to me, and the other dogs that were in trouble as well as I was. He carefully looked every dog up and down wandering which would be the best companion for his little girl. I was waiting nervously for him to look me over, and finally it was my turn to turn on the charm. As soon as he reached my jail cell, I opened my eyes wide with potential and complete sadness all at the same time. I wagged my little tail in excitement and licked his hands until they dripped with drool. He shook his hand getting the dog slobber off with a disgusted look on his face. I thought I had just ruined my chances of being saved, but I thought wrong. When the dog watcher asked what he wanted, the old man simply pointed in my direction. It was a wonderful moment. It was like everything horrible had been lifted off my shoulders. I was so happy, that I was jumping up and down with glee. The old man and the dog watcher didn't know what to think when they saw me in a "happy" mood. But, that didn't stop them from the adoption process. After a couple of minutes of filling out papers and signing his name, the little old man happily scooped me up in his muscular arms and said, "Welcome home buddy." I was the happiest dog in the world at that very moment. That's what I thought anyways. As soon as we pulled into the driveway of a 2 story yellow house, I felt right at home. Huge yard, lots of grass, summertime, and come to find out, there were even a few kids to make me feel right at home. But the best thing about that day was finding out who my owner was. She was 9 years old, and she was full of energy. That's what I liked the most. All that energy being put towards running around the yard, and playing tug-of-war, all sorts of games just gave me the chills thinking about it. She was one of the sweetest girls that a dog could ever have, and be owned by. She played with me all the time, and I slept in her room. She even let me sleep on her bed. She was a great owner. And I will never be able to repay her for how much she has done for me. She saved my life and gave me a great one to. That is the best memory of my whole entire life. And I know that there are are to come.
