Our Story

My name is Bailey.

Today, I’m somewhere between 10 and 12 years old—but my journey began long before I ever knew love or safety. In 2018, I was found in Moreno Valley, California—scared, injured, and emotionally shattered. I had road rash from being dragged and had been locked in a crate and beaten. I panicked so badly in kennels that people thought I was having heart attacks. A kind woman tried to adopt me, but my trauma was too overwhelming. Then I met my mom and dad. When I first came home, I cried all night. I didn’t trust anyone. I guarded food, toys, and space. I bit when I was afraid. I fought with the other dogs. My mom and dad were injured more than once just trying to protect me— but they never gave up on me. Trainers told them I was too damaged to be saved. But my family chose hope over fear. They studied dog behavior, PTSD, and healing—and together, we worked through it all. Today, I know what love feels like. I can play. I can share. I can trust. And my story didn’t just change my life—it inspired something bigger. People began asking my mom for help with their own dogs, and she realized how many others were silently struggling. That’s how Peaceful Coexistence was born