When I was 19, I rescued a pitbull. She was very skittish, and it took a while to earn her trust. Her name was Daisy – this reminds me of my first night with her. It took some time to gain her trust – I put out some food and water, and then sat on the couch and let her do her thing. For the first few weeks, we went through this ritual, and as time passed, our trust for each other grew. One day, she finally came over and sat down in front of me, looking at me in the eyes and started wagging her tail, and then she started licking me. We were great friends from that point forward, and I treasured our friendship and the trust that sustained it.
