Mia has been with me two and a half years.
Mia came to my house.
She was ridiculously fearful.
She was hiding under my table.
She didn't want to even look at me.
Here's Mia under the table, hiding.
Day in and day out, she didn't want anything to do with us, and I had no idea really what to do to get her to come out.
Well, I had to go under there every day a few times and put a leash on her and take her out.
But other than that, she'd go right back under the table.
I know.
