It had been a while since my husband had said “no” to getting a dog. Although we had been married for only a few months, I felt like I needed something else in our home. I had a deep longing for a four legged companion; a dog that would walk with me in the mornings, go swimming on our vacations, guard our home, and lick up the crumbs I drop on the kitchen floor. Yes, that kind of dog. The one that you know you’ve waited your whole life for, your friend with undying faith in you, to whom you could do no wrong. That’s the kind of dog I wanted. I had an entire checklist.
So, I silently began searching. I went on all imaginable pet adoption websites, even scouring Craigslist for unwanted pups. And one day, on my lunch break, I stumbled upon Molly. Her picture wasn’t much, she looked forlorn, overweight, and freaked out. But I knew she was it. Despite the fact her name was already Molly, which was (a) my dream name for my dog or (b) one of the names I picked out for my future daughter, I was hooked. I knew. I had some time, so I grabbed a friend, and we drove like mad men to the nearby animal shelter.
In the sea of yelps, barks, and downright shrieks surrounding us, Molly was standing at the gate, silently wagging her tail and staring at us with those deep amber eyes. The staff let us walk her, which to be honest, consisted of getting dragged around and completely ignored. But when it was time to leave, I sat down next to her quietly. “Molly,” I said, “I’m going to try and come and get you. I think you’re it, you’re special, and I want you.” I swear I could see the slightest nod of her head. She knew.
About a week later, after hemming and hawing (not on my end), we finally went to check out Molly again. And, as I am sure you already know, we adopted her. She was our very first Christmas present to each other as a married couple and she was perfect.
Now, Molly travels, swims, hikes, catches fly balls, runs 5k races, and curls up on our feet every night. We like to think she’s grateful, and we are more than grateful in return.
-- Kathleen, from Sage and Sound