She had a bad attitude. She would try to run away whenever you opened the door. And she would nip you. Not face to face when you were looking. But when your back was turned, she would bite your bottom.
Time changes things.
I grew to love that dog. Many a night you could come into my den, find me sprawled in my recliner asleep and Taasha curled up on my chest sleeping too. We learned to walk and snore in harmony. I found myself just trying to enjoy Taasha those last few months. Laughing at how silly she looked when she rolled on her back and kicked her legs in the air like a puppy.