My shy dog won’t come up to you and give you instant approval. That doesn’t mean she’s not like a regular dog.
My shy dog isn’t like a regular dog.
My shy dog wants me to let you know there’s nothing wrong with her just because she’s shy.
My shy dog speaks in a raspy voice. Of course.
My shy dog was kept caged in a puppy mill for seven plus years. So, that could explain why she’s shy.
My shy dog does something we call “creeping” when she’s scared. My friends have a shy cat who does the same thing and they call it “racooning”. Both equally accurate and appropriate terms.
My shy dog had a fur brother who helped give her confidence. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge and now she’s navigating how to cultivate her own confidence.
My shy dog eats like a beast. She’s not shy when it comes to food.
My shy dog can kick your dog’s ass. Only kidding. She can’t. She would never. She just wanted me to throw in a joke.
My shy dog comes up and noses my leg. That’s her way of saying, “Hey girl.”
My shy dog loves when I sing to her. Especially Broadway show tunes and Christopher Cross’s greatest hits.
My shy dog eats her poop.
My shy dog loves going bye-bye in the car.
My shy dog doesn’t mind going to the vet.
My shy dog loves building forts.
My shy dog never barks…except when I go upstairs to the bathroom.
My shy dog has a smile that could light up Vegas.
My shy dog likes the pre-party setting up but chooses to hide in her fort when the guests come.
My shy dog is my greatest teacher.
My shy dog is my biggest cheerleader.
My shy dog is a star of the small screen.
screenshot from "The Blacklist" (NBC)
My shy dog is my personal trainer.
My shy dog is my fellow yogi.
My shy dog is my best friend.
My shy dog sees the best in me.
My shy dog is learning the whole owner coming home let me get excited and greet her thing. And it’s priceless.
My shy dog also recently learned how to wag her tail. That’s also pretty priceless.
My shy dog learned how to walk on a leash and now she can’t get enough of going on a W-A-L-K.
My shy dog may or may not let you pet her. But, she definitely loves it when you tell her she’s beautiful.
My shy dog might tense up when excited kids run up to her. Can you blame her?
My shy dog will look back at me and smile after she does something that she has deemed brave…such as dealing with said kids.
My shy dog dislikes fireworks.
My shy dog dislikes basketballs dribbling and tennis balls bouncing. In fact, she doesn’t like balls at all.
My shy dog dislikes my printer most of all. I don’t blame her. It’s a pain in the ass.
My shy dog doesn’t want you to attach any stigma to her for being shy.
My shy dog doesn’t want you to attach any stigma to “bully breeds” either.
My shy dog loves her cactus bed.
My shy dog loves to be petted on the forehead.
My shy dog would smile at that rhyme.
My shy dog may not fetch, roll over, sit on command or greet strangers with enthusiasm but it doesn’t make her any less of a cool dog.
My shy dog was rescued by Pawsitively Poms Rescue in Pennsylvania.
My shy dog wasn’t adopted quickly perhaps because she’s shy. But, I actually think it’s because she was waiting for me.
My shy dog isn’t always keen on photos…unless it’s a selfie.
My shy dog isn’t a good candidate for Rover or those other pet walking apps. Who needs an app when you have a Debbie Deb?
My shy dog wants you to know she’s taking it all in. Slowly. In her time. On her terms.
My shy dog wants to show you she loves you.
My shy dog wants to be accepted for who she is.
My shy dog wants a treat. Ideally yogurt or peanut butter related.
My shy dog is officially becoming my brave dog because she recently welcomed a new friend into our home who is even more shy than she.
My shy dog is like all of us- just trying to do her best navigating through this big scary world every day.
My shy dog is like none of us- she doesn’t know there is anything wrong with her just because she’s a little different.
I want to thank Pawsitively Poms Rescue and Sad Eyes Little Guys and all the animal rescue teams out there from the bottom of my heart for giving dogs like Annie (and Kibbles and Archer also pictured above) a second (or sometimes third, fourth, or fifth...) chance at having a good life. Please feel free to visit their websites by clicking on the names of the rescue groups above.