“Living out there, she never knew where her next meal would come from,” Killough said. “We’d give her a Milk-Bone and she’d hide it in her bed or in the couch. She even jumped up on my bed once and dropped a mouthful of wet food under my pillow!”
Now that she’s been with her family for over a year and a half, Daisy is almost unrecognizable from the tiny, filthy dog who came wandering up to Killough at the gas station that day. Her hair is always clean and groomed, she gets all the playtime she wants and she’s constantly snuggling with her four cat siblings.