We have now had her for 3 weeks, and have re-named her. She is now called Molly. Apparently she spent all her life (5 years) living in a cage, and used as a breeding (Money making) machine. Once she was no good for breeding, she was turfed out onto the street. Her back end was caked in diarrhoea, and she was almost skeletal when my Daughter aquired her for us. She had very wasted legs with no muscle formation at all due to lack of exercise. My Daughter shaved Mollys rear quarters, and cleaned and bathed her. She has a few minor health problems, but nothing that cannot be controlled. When we first got her, she wouldn't settle at all, and was so afraid. She was terrified of anything and everything. We quickly realised that she still had to have a cage as a safe refuge. She wouldn't eat unless the food was in her cage. We slowly moved her food away from the cage, but she would take one piece of food at a time into her cage to eat it, then repeat the process until the food was all eaten. Thankfully, she has shed her dependency on the cage, and is now a firm part of the family, but still very nervous, and has a long way to go yet. All she wants to do is be near us, have a bit of love and attention, and please us. We love her to bits.