Seven came to me a terrorized fear biter (he'd been fed to a snake several times over the course of a month, then tossed out in the woods, then found his way back to the people, who decided he was meant to live and brought him to HVRR). I've worked with him with TLC, treats, and lots of love. After just a little more than a month, he's now a silly, playful, lovey, kissy boy. Proof that biters can be rehabilitated!
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