I have five dogs. I am not quite certain why I have five dogs, probably because I don't want six. My dogs have been acquired in various ways...and not all the stories are good ones. I'll write more about all my dogs in their own posts. The little bugger you see in the picture is Molly. Molly is three years old and just now starting to be a good dog. In the past my words to describe her have been "devil dog, pain in my a$$ dog, the nightmare dog, the insane dog..." you get the drift. I bought Molly for my husband three years ago to replace his favorite dog in the world, Miss Dee. Miss Dee was the perfect dog in every way. She was an amazing family dog, a great farm dog, and an amazing hunting dog. She would find birds for my husband that 25 other dogs had walked past. Her life was cut too short by cancer. I still miss her every day. So unfortunately for Miss Molly, she had a lot to live up to. Miss Molly is a great family dog, but I can't let her run, she takes off into the woods for hours (sometimes days) at a time and I worry about her safety. She is also not a hunting dog...why? you may ask? Because she is afraid of loud noises. So no gunshots for this girl. Whatever, I love her anyway, I do believe that I'll keep her.