Rachel, your story of Hannah sounds familiar,we still had Kona but it was just a matter of time. Don said I could have any dog and I decided on Daisy, I felt sorry for her. When we got home, I was the only one she would bite and I mean draw blood, she would never come to me but would go to Don,
when we took her to the Vet and I held her in the Explorer she would bite me the whole way. She would never do anything I told her to do. I just about gave up and said to Don she hates me. My arms were full of bandaids.
He said patience is a virtue. She never wanted to be held. I said o.k. somehow I'm going to win her over, we took our time and I never picked her up, I called her and she wouldn't come but that was o.k. After three years of patience, she now comes to me, I can hold her for maybe five minutes and she gives me kisses. At first she slept at the bottom of my bed (o.k. carrie I know) now she sleeps next to me with her butt against me. I look in her eyes and I know how much she loves me and we do have a special bond.
I believe this all happened because the breeders two girls carried her around like a rag doll, they never put her down for a minute when we were there. When they did, she ran under the coffee table to hide.
Daisy is my dog of a lifetime.
Jackie