Oh my gosh, Kathy. That’s frustrating but it also makes me laugh. There’s no point in me chasing Molly. I only pick her up when it’s absolutely necessary and when she’s calm. We found out early on that she associates that with something bad from her past. I swear, I’d like to confront the greedy SOB where she came from.
Aw, that's sad. I don't think Bear came from a very happy background, either, given the scanty information sheet his previous owners filled out.
I'm glad Molly has a good home with your and your family now, Kelley. I'm sure your warm love is very reassuring to her
One other thing that might make you laugh is that when we first got Bear, when we left we'd put him in his crate, which he really hated. We'd try to placate him with a Milk Bone, but he would haughtily push it out of the crate with his paw as if to say, "I won't be placated with a treat!" (Then when we got home and released him he'd race off with it.) Kong treats worked much better because they wouldn't fit through the bars. I couldn't believe how stubborn he was, though!