Remembering Mollie

Published June 20, 2018

I’ll never forget the evening in 1986 when my vet called to ask if I would be interested in adopting a four year old sheltie. Sadly, I told her “no.” I had just accepted a full time job, and didn’t believe in bringing a new dog into our home when I would be gone a large part of every day.
The next morning I had some free time and a change of heart. I went to my vet’s office where I met Mollie. It was unbelievable. She came out of a crate and sat in front of me and stared up at me. Her gorgeous deep brown eyes seemed filled with sorrow, but at the same time seemed to ask for help. I was told her owners wanted her euthanized. Why? Turns out they just didn’t want her any longer. As you can imagine I came home with her.
Mollie seemed fine at first. We enjoyed sitting outside on our deck while I petted her. When my husband came home with our two kids I called Mollie to come inside. Her reaction was startling. She cringed and curled up into a ball.
I carried her gently inside only to have her to race into my husband’s office and hide under his desk. For weeks in order to get her to eat or go outside we had to crawl under the desk and carry her out. Obviously, we wondered what was wrong. We had no idea.

After about six weeks of this behavior I wondered whether Mollie would be happier with someone else who would have more time to devote to her. I contacted my vet, and proposed keeping Mollie until she could find a home better suited to Mollie’s needs.
Within days my vet found an older gentleman who wanted a new companion. He came and picked up Mollie, but she only spent a weekend with him because she peed all over his house. In the six weeks she spent with us that had not happened once. He ended up taking Mollie back to the vet which was totally unacceptable. I went to pick her up.
The minute I placed her into my car, I realized that for some reason Mollie had picked us to be her family and so it was up to us to try to make her happy.
The path to helping Mollie was a long one and along the way we came to realize Mollie had been abused by her previous owners. We were pretty sure they were beating her when they called her name and she didn’t respond. Of course that would explain why she curled up into a ball the first time I called her. How sad!
After Mollie died we had a small service for her at the lovely Baltimore Humane Society Memorial Park where she is currently buried along with Mister another of our shelties.
Soon after that I decided I wanted everyone to know the story of the badly abused dog that became a treasured member of our family. I wrote Mollie’s Tail to encourage other families to rescue.
With the success of Mollie’s Tail I was encouraged to write a novel. Four years after Mollie’s Tail was published my new book The Best Doggone Bakery was published in May 2018.