When I found her at the shelter, she growled at me. For hours. With a very nervous shelter worker, (please don’t get your face so CLOSE!) we met in a tiny ‘introduction room’ and within half an hour she was on my lap eating the chicken breast I brought - still growling. She growled the 50 miles home and followed me into the house - still growling. I l let her go explore and when she finally came back, she cocked her head and gazed at me. Then she decided, jumped onto my lap (oof!) and snuggled in.
