Daisy introduced herself to me in 2007. That's the only honest way to say it — I walked into a shelter in Atlanta, and a young boxer, barely a year old and all wiggle, made it clear the decision had already been made. I just had the good sense to agree.
I left, twice-changed that day: with a dog, and with a conviction. I'd seen the rows of good animals still waiting, and I knew rescue would be a cause in my life from then on. When Blair came along the next year, he got a package deal — and he fell for us both.
Daisy had fifteen years of teaching us what a rescue is worth. Her bubbly, joyful self even ended up on our sparkling wine label, exactly where she belongs. She's the reason all of this exists. Gotcha Day, around here, means the day they get you.
— Laura
