Molly came into my life over five years ago now. I saw her little face peering out at me from a shop window, and I knew she was coming home with me. I picked her up and she licked my hand with her tiny pink tongue as though she knew I was hers and she was mine. She was tiny and eight weeks old, and I became Mummy. She cried and I did what I was not supposed to do, I took her into bed with me. She still sleeps with me today. I took her to the park, and I met people and dogs who had been adopted from the dog pound. I found out how kind and good it is to take home a pound dog and to save its life. Adopting a dog is always kinder than buying one from a pet store. And yet when I took Molly home, I knew I had given this little dog a good home, and she was meant for me and me for her. This is a drawing I have made of her using ink pens.