I got Molly when she was just a puppy, when I picked her out she was the runt of the litter. When I went back to get her the breeder tried to get me to change my mind, it seems that Molly was the trouble maker in the bunch. How quickly I found out he wasn't telling a lie, she was crazy. Molly loved to chew wood, rocks, rose bushes, leather cowboy boots (only had them 2 weeks when she got to them), Christmas bulbs, Poinsettia plants (guess they were not to poisonous), avocados pit and all, and several other things. She was the only dog I knew that would lay down to eat her food.
She turned out to be a great dog but her age finally caught up with her, she started going downhill but lived until she was 14 years old. The hardest thing I ever had to do was to put her down but she didn't need to suffer any longer.
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