Almost everyone deserves a second chance. This brings to mind little canine Leroy Junior Jenkins III — an awfully big name for such a little guy. I introduced you to him last year. He has a significant under bite with lots of teeth crowded in his small but deadly mouth. Leroy is a chihuahua (he looks like a little monkey) mix of a thing who was literally thrown out the window of a car at the shelter. We put him in the staff bathroom where he sat terrified, shaking and crying in his kennel. He could not be touched for days. He broke our hearts.
Slowly but surely he allowed certain staff to hold and cuddle him. Everyone else he kept at bay with that crowded mouth of teeth. He was allowed to run loose in the office area after awhile when only staff was there. He was pet of the week at one point. A friend of mine called and wanted to meet him. He seemed to like her and she was in love with him. We had him neutered and I told him he was getting a home. She came to pick him up. He looked at me, looked at her and tried to bite her. He did not go home with her. Leroy became our office dog.
The problem was it took Leroy a long time to warm up to people; some he never tried to bite, others every time he saw them he wanted to get a piece of them. He spent a lot of time in the bathroom. He wasn't an "in-your-face" kind of guy, but a little sneak who came up behind and launched his attack. His favorite body part to bite? The rear end. People were ready to give up on Leroy. I couldn't; he had my heart. Of course, he hadn't sunk those jumbled up teeth into me.