Hi! I'm Saina A Second Chance for MaisieI still remember the first time I met her. A small, trembling figure hiding in the corner of our parking lot, with eyes that had seen far too much for any creature so young. Her fur was matted, her body thin, and the scars along her legs told a story no one should have to live through. Someone had beaten her. Someone had treated her as if she were disposable. And the worst part? I later learned that her suffering came at the hands of breeders — people who force dogs into cycles of