About Me


My name is Candace Pyles, and I’ve been adopting dogs with special needs since 2002. It all started with a special boy named Bailey. I was 18 years old and going through a difficult period in my life. I had just lost my sweet baby girl Taylor, she was stillborn at 23 weeks. I was lost, confused, heartbroken, and angry, unsure how to get through it. I worked through the roller coaster of my emotions for a few months before deciding that I needed to start moving forward again. This is where Bailey came in. I wanted to adopt a dog, to have something positive in my life that I could focus on. I drove down to my local shelter and spent time with several dogs, none of which I felt connected to. Just as I was about to leave empty-handed, one of the employees said she had a special boy, about 6 months old, brought in a few days ago. His owner surrendered him because he was sick and she couldn’t take care of him. The shelter diagnosed him with kennel cough and said he possibly had suffered some trauma to his left front paw that wasn’t cared for properly. She asked if I wanted to meet him. She took me to the back, where he was isolated from the rest of the dogs, careful not to spread what he had to the rest of them. He looked up at me with these round brown eyes, ears pointing straight up, and I instantly fell in love. I filled out all the necessary paperwork, paid his adoption fee, and left that place with my new best bud. Over the course of the next several months, Bailey was in and out of the hospital sick. He was extremely malnourished and was still struggling with his kennel cough. He had difficulty walking on his front left paw, and more often than not, his back legs would lock up on him. He couldn’t move and would sometimes fall over. In between Baileys’ rounds of medication for his cough and feeding him 4 times per day a special diet for his malnourished little body, I took him to see specialists to get answers for his paw and back legs. After numerous rounds of testing, bloodwork, scans, EMGs, and biopsies, he was finally diagnosed. It had taken over a year to get to this point, but I finally had answers. His front paw was a congenital disability and could not be corrected. As for his back legs, he was diagnosed with Myotonia, a rare, painful, and incurable disease that affects the muscles. This required lifelong medication to help with his pain and movement. I got him set up on all the medicine he needed and was determined to learn all that I could about this disease to provide him with the best life he could live. He had good days and bad days just like the rest of us, but aside from his disability, he was just like any other dog. He loved to go to grandma’s house and swim in her pond. He was a terrible swimmer, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I had Bailey for 7 incredible years before he passed. He carried me out of a dark place back into the light of life; he gave me purpose again. I have dedicated the last 20 years of my life to adopting other dogs with special needs in honor of him. Dogs that are often overlooked because of their disabilities or medical conditions. These dogs have so much to offer, just like Bailey, and deserve to be loved and cared for too.

Bailey with his little sister Sativa