Molly

Molly was our first owner relinquishment. I drove to the East Bay and picked her up from the owners in a BART parking lot. Again, Bernie wasn't home. Molly was very depressed for the first couple of days. One of the only things the owners had given her was a stuffed toy. When she finally picked it up in her mouth one morning and handed it to me as a wake up present, I thought she would be okay. By the time Bernie came home, she had adjusted to life in our house.
She was on Petfinder.com on the Internet for exactly one hour and I received two calls for her.
The first couple met her, but wanted a younger dog. Molly was six years old and reserved with strangers. (This couple ended up adopting not one, but two Standard poodle rescue puppies soon afterward.) The second adopters were a couple with grown children and young grandchildren. We had been warned that Molly may not get along with toddlers. This was not true in her new home. When I called to check on her, one of the grandchildren, Riley, sang out "Riley loves Molly, and Molly loves Riley." It was a match.