Sweet Pea didn't much like me when we first met. I got a call from the shelter to foster a Miniature Pinscher/Chihuahua mix who had been having seizures. I had dealt with seizures in other dogs so agreed to meet this dog and see if she wanted to come home with me.
Her reaction was to growl, bark and nip at me. So I sat on the floor and ignored her while I talked to the shelter staff. She soon approached me and checked out the treats I offered nonchalantly.
After about fifteen minutes, I asked her if she wanted to go home with me. Kinda surprised me when she said, "Let's go." She didn't want to wait for the paperwork to be filled out, she just wanted to go!
As usual for me, fostering turned into adoption, and Sweet Pea officially joined our household a few weeks later. When my older son moved home again, Sweet Pea promptly claimed him as her person, and his space upstairs became her personal domain. She also adores my granddaughter, who scooped her up to cuddle the moment they met.
In talking to Sweet Pea over the years she has been with us, we've discovered she had been in some horrible situations. Sometimes things will trigger flashbacks for her and we reassure her those days are over.
For the most part, she is a happy little girl. She naps on my son's bed and comes downstairs for meals and to enthusiastically greet her people when they come home. She rarely has seizures any more and she loves to cuddle. However, she sometimes still gives me a growl and a nip to make sure I know my son is Number One in her little world, not me.