After months of scouring the internet and searching, searching, searching for a rescue dog to fit our family, I found the perfect one by accident.
I had planned on driving to New Jersey to pick up a nine year old Cocker rescue when I got cold feet. It just didn’t seem like the right fit and I was concerned. At midnight on that Friday night, I found a great lead on another dog, a scruffy pudgy terrier named Rose. I got up the next morning and drove an hour and a half to find her at a rescue event.
When I walked into the dog adoption event the I learned that Rose was not there that week, it turns out that she was back at the shelter being spayed. Very disappointed, I took a deep breath and decided to look in the other cages. Sound asleep in one of the first crates I peered in was this girl. When they took her out she was TERRIFIED. Cowering and fearful, my girl was devestated by being in the giant pet store, with all the noise and barking. She’d just arrived from the long long drive from Tennessee two days before and had been separated from her doggy “sibling” from her previous home. She peed all over the floor and looked at me with pleading eyes. I ran out to my car and grabbed my Finn. When I brought him over she stood up and brightened up and wagged her tail. I knew I had to take her home. I couldn’t possibly leave her there and I told her so. But I had to, I filled out the paperwork and paid the fee to secured her adoption, and she return to the shelter to be spayed.
When I went to the shelter to get her, she peed again and cowered. The vet tech told me she had come from a home, and all this shelter stuff was freaking her out.
This girl walked in our home and came to life. She is 100% housebroken, sits on command, and loves with all her heart. She has absolutely no idea what the word “no” means yet she does knows the sound of a bag of dog treats being opened. Someone loved this sweet girl before we found her.
Daisy operates in 3 modes....
1. PLAY PLAY PLAY
2. Sleepy -can’t keep her eyes open
3. And PET ME!!!!!!!
Most of the day is spent moving a dog that goes floppy when she doesn’t want to be moved and in “PET ME!!!!!” Mode.
Did I mention that she can’t tell time and sometime floppy and “PET ME!!!” Happens at 3 a.m..
We’ve been rescued. And Finn once again has a very best friend.