We had to say goodbye to our loving dog Molly on Monday. She came to us a few years ago when our good friend Ed had a stroke and passed away. We were able to keep her and she became our older dog's (she's 13) best buddy. The first time we took her camping (not at a camp ground but at my in-laws property) she hid under the trailer. We soon realized she was not going to be a camping dog, though she loved to sit outside. She was afraid of the dark, hated to get wet and was not fond of small dogs. She loved to ride in the car but was never impressed with the destination. She loved to be pet and if you tried to stop she would put her nose under your arm then flip your hand back on her head so you could continue petting her, whether you wanted to or not! We had 3 wonderful years with and will miss her terribly, but it was her time. My avatar is my favorite picture of Molly. Thanks for listening!