July 23, 2013
I had been a widow just over a year, and also lost my German shepherd a few months before that fateful Petsmart adoption fair. She had lost her home, her litter of puppies, and was recently rescued from the Prince George's County shelter by PAWS, the group holding the event. I was living alone, and needed a dog that looked protective but was not dangerous. The worker said "You want Daisy" and I looked beyond the people crowded around the cute little dogs and saw her, sitting with her handler. Not only was no one paying attention to her, they cut a wide swath around her; she did look formidable. I sat down on the floor a few feet in front of her. She just looked at me, no sign of hope or excitement, apparently she'd been to many of these fairs. Then she got up, walked to me, put her large black face up against mine and gave me a single delicate kiss. I like to think she chose me. While strangers are still afraid to approach her, and sometimes cross the street to avoid us, she is as sweet and cuddly as can be. I tell her every day, I'm so glad we found each other.
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