She is 60% scared, 30% fun doofus, 7% squirrel hunter (in theory) and 3% farts. Those percentages adjust depending on amount of fireworks being shot off, amount of people doing the Buffalo Stance and the type of treat I have given her. Though the last variable really only affects the farting.
When I first met her, hot off a long connecting flight from Greece, she was completely stunned. She barely made a noise or moved. That soon gave way to complete and utter fear of everything around her.
This dog had led a sheltered life interrupted by an adoption by some mega jerks who did who knows what to her. She was in a completely different country and was clearly not used to the unpredictable loudness of a city.
Poor sweetie. I admit that I had romanticized how it would work. I thought that my love would break her out of her shell in a few weeks. I was a fool. I'm a year and a half into having her and she is currently hiding in the basement due to a recent fear she has developed of my laptop. I'll explain that later. For now, I have to go check on a weirdo.
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