Daisy Mae

Daisy Mae

How I found Daisy Mae, or how she found Me…

Number thirteen is often considered the unluckiest number of all, but proved to be good luck in adopting my first rescue dog.  In 2010 The Salinas Animal Shelter was hosting an adoption event in front of the movie theatre in which my husband and I were going to view the new James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace.  Arriving early for good seats we saw tiers of kennel crates, each housing a stray or abandoned dog ready for adoption to a loving home.

 I noticed a little dog with beige and white fur in the cage numbered “13”. She was an older Jack Russell-Chihuahua mix. She had droopy brown eyes and a droopy mouth and was very sad, not even wagging her tail. I felt sorry for her. One of the volunteers said she had been at the shelter three months. No one wanted her.

Daisy Mae

Daisy Mae

 It was not my intention to adopt a dog. I considered myself a cat person and had three cats at home that certainly didn’t want a dog to invade their territory. After the movie ended and we exited the theatre, the adoption event was over and all of the animals not adopted were back at the shelter.

 The next day, I had this overwhelming feeling that I was supposed to rescue the sad dog. This feeling persisted. I tried to shake off this inner voice as I had never owned a dog and number 13 seemed like a burden to adopt.

 I shared these feelings with my husband. To my surprise he went by the animal shelter to look at number 13, and suggested I take a look at this sad dog a second time. I found myself saying, “Yes.” This very sad soul was happier in the open grass viewing area, but non-responsive like most dogs.

 Following my intuition and my husband’s support I chose to adopt number 13. When I began signing the adoption papers, I discovered that the volunteers at the shelter had named her Jessica (my name) and they had found her on my birthday, September 12th (abandoned in a Salinas field). Jessica came home with me December 8th.

Daisy Mae

Daisy Mae

 I renamed her Daisy Mae. From being a very sad, empty, and lack luster dog, Daisy Mae’s personality has emerged into being a truly amazing and loving companion. And yes, the cats are fine with her being a part of the family. Through daily walks with Daisy Mae I have met so many neighbors, dog lovers, and have discovered a tremendous bond that is difficult to describe. Daisy Mae, according to the vet is 14 years old. Some days she races out the door. Other days she takes it slow. Everyone enjoys her. She doesn’t bark and listens to me without any training. She loves her doggy pad overlooking our mountain views. Lucky 13 escaped a bleak future by finding me, and vice versa, changing both of our lives for the better.

 For all individuals who have rescued an animal, thank you. Life With Jessica is about positively changing and improving lives … including that of animals!