Poor Scout! He was dumped here as a half-grown pup two years ago, but for the first time I had to get a fly swatter out today to deal with several flies that got in while the door was open.
He ran and hid under the bed, but came out reluctantly when I called him. He sat with me, but shook like a leaf until I got rid of the swatter. Every time I touched it he ran away.
This is the only definitive sign I’ve seen that he was abused, but he’s always been terrified if he thinks you’re angry. He’s not scared by other things, so I assume the fly swatter was the weapon of choice. People suck sometimes!