I’m a very shy guy and when you know my story, I think you’ll understand why. After my person was forced to leave, the three other dogs I’d lived with all moved away and I was alone, living under a trailer. Life was scary and strange. Then kind women came into my life, feeding me, and eventually trapping me to come here. I wish I’d calmly walked with them, but I haven’t learned how to do that yet. Fortunately, even when terrified, I’ve never been aggressive, and so people have been sweetly willing to help me—petting me as I sleep, encouraging me to eat, using “shy dog protocol” to help me learn all’s well here. If you’re a patient, loving person, perhaps you could make me feel safe. And maybe, someday, even happy!