We’ve had Myles for just over a year now, and he’s made tremendous progress since then. He doesn’t growl and cower when guests come over, and he has no problem crossing the thresholds of rooms to come see us. But. SIGH. He still thinks that I’m out to get him. It breaks my heart, because the LAST thing I’d want to do is frighten this poor doggie. If I get up to move, swivel my chair, re-cross my legs, reach down to get something, ANYTHING, he runs from the room and hides under the dining room table. Some days, this just makes me angry. Why is he so distrustful of me? He seems to think that my sole purpose in life is to chase him with the vacuum cleaner and get up from my chair to randomly beat him. Because I’m just so like that. It’s very frustrating. But we love him, despite his cowardly, dopey-face issues. Chad and I are still hopeful that he’ll come around someday; maybe one year just hasn’t been enough time.
Look at this guy. See those eyes? He doesn’t trust me.
This one is better. At least he looks a little bit happy.
And, just for contrast, here is one who thinks my sole purpose is to love her, feed her, and scratch her face:
emma is thinking “I own you all”