It took dog school and many, many months before I knew that my Sasha was actually going to be my Sasha. I woke up one morning and opened my eyes. There, nose to nose with me, was Sasha. I asked her how the heck she got there without waking me. She was laying beside me in the bed with her nose right on mine looking me right in the eyes. I knew then that I'd won her over. That was 11 years ago. She's still my baby. Lots of love will work wonders. When you're watching TV, talk to Sam. Say nice, loving things. It's all tone of voice. Give treats now and then, for no reason. Good luck. Have patience this poor doggie needs to learn that you're ok.