Molly came to me quite unexpectedly, she is an almost all black german shepherd female. She was the product of a divorce, the husband just to be nasty wouldn't let the xwife have her so he kept her. Kept her locked in a crate for 18 months.

As to how I came to get her, my daughter was dating the roomate of this x husband, he told my daughter about the dog, how the x would go away for weekends at a time leaving the dog with no food or water and the condition she was in. My daughter's boyfriend Xboyfriend) did get food for her and a bed for her crate but he didn't do enough. He should have called the authorities and had the dog removed. But anyway he told my daughter about her plight and she told me about it. I had to step in and help that dog.

My daughter spoke with the man, actually kind of threatened him to give the dog up or else. He didn't want trouble and didn't want the dog so he gave her to my daughter. My daughter had no place to bring her except home to me. One look at that big lack face and the terrible condition she was in and it was a done deal. Molly now lives with me. She had been so neglected she knew nothing, not even what toys were.

First thing I did was take her to my vet where she got a good medical evaluation. Other than having no muscle mass from being caged and no excercise she was pretty healthy. One ear doesn't stand straight because at one time she must have been hit in the head and the ear damaged, her back legs are a little bent from being crated while she was growing. Nothing I can do about her physical deformities but today she is a different dog.

First thing I did was put her on good dog food, then daily took her to the ball field to play, to teach her what its like to be a dog. To have human companionship and be loved and not caged. I had a crate for her because she got nervous and wanted to go "hide" but I left the door open and she would tip toe out to see what I was doing. She hasn't been near the crate for months now. She knows she is loved, in fact maybe to much, on her last visit to the vet he told me she has to loose 15 pounds, she's up to 102 pounds, I don't think she's fat, just big boned.

I am probably the only one who ever gave this dog a kind word and showed her any attention and she has blossomed. She now has a nice shiny coat, loves to play but most of all loves to be with me. I call her my velcro dog. We are attached at the hip, I can't move she is right under my feet. I've worked many many hours to train her to be what I want and she is a real joy to have around. Her only flaw is she is dog aggressive. I have another shepherd and at first the adjustment was rough but we got through it, they will never be best friends but they don't fight anymore. Actually her best friend is my cat, these two are so bonded I think they think they are a couple.

But back to the black dog thing, people have to realize its a dog's personality that counts, its personality you live with day in and day out, not the color of their coat. No matter what color she would have been Molly would still have a home with me. Molly has her last home, she will be with me until the day she dies. She will be 4 years old Christmas Day, will be two years I've had her in October.

Bottom line, she needed a home and I invited her to mine, best decision I ever made. She is a beauty and a joy to have around.

So for anyone reading this please look past the color of the coat and see the dog under the hair, you might be passing up a real jewel if all you are concerned with is looks!