Molly was 16 when she died last year. She was a wonderful dog and we believed she could never be replaced but time and life go on. I have a friend who regularly sent me pictures of rescue dogs needing a home and I resisted for quite a while.
In August, we were driving back from Colorado when she sent another picture and I agreed to see the dog when we got back to San Carlos. It was a pure white male dog located in Empalme that looked like a Maltese. The local rescue lady was going to pick him up later in the week and bring him to San Carlos.





I should have named her Houdini because any time we leave her at home she manages to take her harness off and then puts it on my bed.


She is perfect.