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Originally Posted by htismaqe
It's not the genes with my dog. It's the fact that he spent the first 4 weeks of his life under a deck, with mange so bad that one of his siblings died from it, and then spent 7 more months in a 3x3 cage with another dog.
For the first week I had him, he went under the porch and never came out, at least not while we were around.
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Damn. That's sad, Mr. htismaqe.
When they experience early, negative imprinting, it's darn difficult to get them straightened out, that's for sure.
Mack had a terrible fear of storms ... especially thunderstorms. I came to believe that, while he was living in the streets, he had probably been caught up in a storm and couldn't find shelter ... or something along those lines.
Anyhow, he hated water and despised taking baths ... and, whenever there was a thunderstorm, or on the 4th of July, or on New Year's Eve, or during any fireworks-related event, he would find the deepest, darkest, farthest corner of the basement and curl up in a ball and he wouldn't come out for love nor money nor hamburger meat.
In all other aspects, he was a brave, little guy. A true fighter when the need arose. But, I was never able to convince him that the thunder wasn't going to find him and kill him.
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