Moochie was a pound puppy. After battling cancer with our basset hound, Pappy for a year, and realizing that surgery was not an option anymore, we decided to let him rest in peace. He was a pound puppy that was neglected and abused, and tied down stairs in the basement and left for dead when the owners moved. He was a great dog. The silence in the house became too much, and I have never gone that long with no dog in my life. I talked my husband into looking the dogs at the local Humane Society. After walking through there repeatedly, and seeing all those dogs, I and them weakened him. In every cage dogs and puppies where bouncing around, wagging their tails, barking, except for Moochie. She just sat there, perfectly still, those big eyes staring at us with frightened interest. I asked if I could walk her outside, so we did. She calmly walked along, not paying us much mind. I told my husband this is the one. He said are you sure, there a lot of cuter puppies in there. I said ,"nope, she's the one!" So...we adopted her. We walked to the car, opened the back door, she hopped in and sat down. Perfectly still. I got in the passenger seat, and looked back at her, then to my husband and said, "what shall we name her?" I looked back at her, she jumped up and started licking me all over the face. We laughed so hard. She knew she had a new home and she was giving me mooches and smooches of gratitude. So...that is how Moochie came to be. She's the best!

Saundra White
Mineral Wells, WV