Molly

Molly was brought to me attention five years ago by a woman fostering her. Molly has been backyard bred, abused, never allowed inside the house, and fed dollar store dog food or table scraps. She came to us when she was eight years young and she’s thirteen now. She has a torn ACL on her back left leg, which she had when we adopted each other. She is my Velcro baby and we’re deeply, extremely bonded.