Molly would chase shadows and reflections, sometimes for hours. She would not stop to take a drink, though the temps outside were well in the 90s, or come inside for meals. She would literally have to be picked up, to come inside to cool off, get a drink, or eat. After a month of watching Molly's OCD intensify, we took a video of her in this mode and headed to the vet for assistance.

The vet watched the video and stated that it looked like Molly was having a great time. When I explained that this video was taken 3 hours into her doing it, they understood what we were up against. First we tried a pharomone collar. That didn't work, as it would have to be so tight to her neck to generate the heat that makes it work.

So, we were sent home with doggy prozac. That seemed to do the trick, but was not something we wanted to use long term.

Molly needed to reconnect with feeling safe and secure in her new world. So, in addition to her medications, we took her to events and other places with lots of people and dogs, to help her regain her trust of the world she was now living in.

It took many months for Molly to adjust and find an inner peace to allow her to just be the sweet girl that she is.

She even got adopted once, but was returned in a couple weeks, as she regressed back to square one of her mental issues with new environments.

After nearly 6 months, Molly started to show great improvement. She even enjoyed playing with other dachshunds. And, no longer hid in a corner when new people came around to visit. She was taken to a new foster home. There she continued to improve to the point of near perfection.

She still loved to chase reflections and shadows, but now it was a game, instead of a coping mechanism. However, though she was now accepting adults, she was still terrified of children.

It was nearly a year after Molly arrived that she finally found the perfect family for her.

Many folks attempted to adopt her, but she refused to eat or drink, and would sit in a corner the entire time. The folks simply did not understand, not having the patience to allow Molly to adjust on her own terms and in her own time.

Ultimately Molly was adopted by a family, with children. She did not want anything to do with the younger children. But the family was patient with Molly, working with her everyday. In time, Molly accepted everyone. In fact, her best friend was the youngest child of the family. She no longer needs to take medications for anxiety and is enjoying the perfect life in her new home!