Many years ago, we had an Afghan Hound that had been mistreated at the kennel. The person who cleaned the kennels was afraid of the dogs, and batted him with the broom to make Stanley hide in the corner of the kennel while he cleaned it. This resulted in Stanley sneaking around behind him and biting the cleaning man.
After that, they could not show Stanley for fear that he might also bite the judge, and by then, poor Stanley had lost all trust in people.
Since he had been raised in a kennel, he really didn't know how to play like dogs do anyway; but he did eventually learn to enjoy life as a family dog.
It did take him many years before I could sweep the floor without Stanley hiding behind the bed; but other than that; he pretty much trusted us. He never liked anyone else besides his own family though.
