In 2002 our daughter insisted that she have a dog. A mini Jack Russell terrier called “Daisy” became part of our family. In her first week or so with us she whined constantly. Taken from her safe place and put into our home was a huge transition. A few nights I held her until she slept. We became pretty good friends.
I found though that she would bite if I got between her and her food. Even now, 11 years on, she looks at me suspiciously when I feed her. She doesn’t forget.
Neither do I.