Molly
A lot of horse blogs are doing a valentines’s day tribute to their horses with stories about how they came to fall in love with their equines. Normally I’m kind of anti-valentine’s day on principle, but this year I feel like I have to take a moment to remember the day I met my best friend of 18+ years, a dog named Molly. All those years ago, I went to visit my aunt who worked with an aussie rescue and was keeping a young dog at her home until she could be placed. I had no intention of getting a dog of my own at the time, but the moment I walked into her living room, this little black and tan dog with white paws and a freckled nose leapt over the side of her pen, ran over to my side and rested her head on my knee. She was adorable and sweet and she wouldn’t leave my side the entire visit. I was convinced she must have been trained to do that or something, but my aunt swore to me the dog had never done anything like that with anyone else before....