More: Molly’s story began as “Sky” in a high-kill shelter in Greenville, Texas—twice. A Dallas friend sprung her from death row until I could make the eight-hour round trip to bring her to her forever home, where she became Molly. Now she’s a Louisiana girl, right where she belongs. One of her greatest joys is frolicking through the bayou behind our home, splashing through the water and mud with complete abandon. She comes out absolutely filthy! With her thick white coat, washing and drying her is quite an undertaking, so bayou adventures are a special treat. But there’s no joy quite like watching Molly romp through that bayou—and seeing the face of a dog who knows she’s finally home.