Molly

Dear Molly, You probably don’t know this, but I like to write letters to the boys on their birthday to reflect on the past year. You, kiddo, aren’t going to hit a year with us. So here is your letter, after only eight months, on the day you go to your forever home. We sure …

Do you guys remember, just before the start of the year, John found a little puppy wandering down the bayou? She was skinny, covered in fleas, and her right eye was sealed almost entirely shut from a combination of mange and infection.   We got her fixed up, and after a vet-mandated two-week quarantine, introduced …