More: These are 2 of my 3 dogs. The third is a loner and doesn't like photos. Molly is 11 and has been through everything in the book, seizure disorder, pancreatitis, hepatitis, emergency surgery, blindness, HOH, and facial paralysis, but she's still our happy and fun loving girl (as long as she's fed on time!). I found Gryff on the street on my way to work one morning and the rest is history. He had obviously been abused and was malnourished. Now he eats on the couch and sleeps on a mound of pillows. He's got every bit of the Jack Russell energy. Our dogs make our lives so full!