Dec. 3, 2009 -
PRLog -- Molly, a Schnauzer and Yorkie mix (Schnorkie), was 6 weeks old when we followed an ad from a local newspaper to a small farm in Ohio. We were in search of the perfect family puppy. Little did we know that our search would lead us directly to a breeder that could be described in no other way than a puppy mill master. He brought out the pup from a tattered barn and placed her on the ground. She was thin and her left eye was matted shut. She smelled of cow manure and was uncomfortable being held or touched. “She’s the runt,” he exclaimed, “and she’s the only one left in the litter.” I looked around and saw chicken coops that housed barking dogs all over the farm. I felt sick to my stomach and wanted to leave. Then the breeder stated, “If someone hadn’t come for her today I was just going to get rid of her.” I knew what he meant and he obviously knew I was an animal lover. I was faced with the dilemma; do I purchase this puppy and support this monster? Or do I leave her, sickly and neglected? I just couldn’t bear to leave her there. I knew she was ill, and maybe wouldn’t even live from the conditions she had been subjected to. For me there was no option, I didn’t even haggle on her price. I just wanted to get her out of there as fast as I could. I paid her price, her salvation, and wrapped her smelly little body in an old coat I had in the car. It was a long drive and the smell was overwhelming. We stopped at a country store where I purchased baby shampoo and then we searched for a usable hose. The water was ice cold but she tolerated it almost as if it were a baptism. Her demeanor changed instantly. She began to act like a puppy. The rest of the ride home, I worried about her health and called and scheduled a vet appointment for the next morning. At her appointment the vet gave her vaccines and antibiotic ointment for her eye. We were told that within a week her eye should be fine. The vet also stated, “She has an overbite, she’ll never be a show dog.” I proudly stated, “She wasn’t rescued to be a show dog. She’s family.”
Help Molly have her day and attain diva doggie status as her stats climb in the "A Dog Named Christmas," Hallmark Hall of Fame dog photo contest. Her appropriate named photo, "Tennis Anyone?", is sure to bring a heartwarming smile to dog lovers everywhere this holiday season.
Follow this link (
http://hhofdogcontest.com/dogs/molly-sarrica-nov-30) to help Molly on her journey.
