Good Golly, Miss Molly

I call her the celebutante. That’s our little Molly, thirteen weeks old, and already short about 8 lives.  We got her at the vet on impulse.  She has a broken leg–well, ruined leg is more like it.  And because she benefited from my small town’s charity, she’s in the local paper this week. Here’s the article in the News Guard, complete with photo and video. […]

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