She was so severley abused and beaten by a NO cop couple that she'll never be "right" again.
She's been thrown through glass patio doors, beaten with some sort of short stick or cane
[judging by her reactions to certain objects]
"Scared" into a chain link fence in which she became entangled, nearly severing her leg.
The dog is covered with dozens of other inexplicable scars, the causes of which I can only guess.
She is utterly terrified of men.
Every day of living with her is a challenge and most people would have already had her put down because of her spells of hysterical and irrational behavior.
The dog is, in a word, "broken".
That's why she's with me, now.
Her breeder managed to get her back via the "Underground Ibizan Railroad/Rescue" and she was given to me because she knew I'd love her in spite of herself.
She's a lot better than she was but she's not as happy-go-lucky and silly as my other Ibizans are.
Maybe she never will be but it doesn't matter.
She has a loving, forever home with us, no matter what.
The sad thing is, behavior-wise, she listens much better than her spoiled-rotten and pampered little runt of a sister....:)