I can tell just by looking at you that you’re a good egg. A mensch. A stand-up guy/gal/other. I bet you’re so nice that, in haunted houses, the ghouls just tap you on the shoulder and ask you for a hug. You’re probably so sweet that next week on Great British Bake-Off is “You” Week. You strive to be the person your dog thinks you are… but first, you need a dog.  That’s where I come in. Because if you’re a good apple, I’m the caramel. If you’re a breath of fresh air, I’m the rustling leaves. What I’m saying is, I hope you’ve stocked up on ice cream, because I’m a real sweetie-pie.  My name is Molly and I’m just a love-and-a-half. Instant friends with every human I meet, including school-age kids (I’d probably like little ones, too, but I haven’t lived with them before). Love to play with other dogs. I’m a total ray of sunshine!  I just turned three years old, which means I’m fully grown at about 60 lb. I love to play and would be great for an active family, but I can totally pull off the “mellow dog” thing when it’s appropriate. I was housebroken in my previous home and loved to help with gardening. I’ve been a good girl all my life and I intend to continue the trend!  Naturally, of course, a sunbeam of a dog like myself belongs with… well… someone just like you! So what do you say? Let’s make the world a better place for each other!  My name is Molly, I’m three years old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.