My Shy

February 18, 2005-June 17, 2008

 Beautiful Shy left this world this past Tuesday evening.  Shy died in an accident, leaving 8 five day old puppies.  The puppies are doing fine and growing like mad. 

It was really odd the way we got Shy.  I had had Danes years before.  Some of you may have owned their line.  I bought Junior (Toni’s Boy) for my daughter for Christmas and then bought Sissy (Lady Ducelia Eileen) so Junior could have a playmate while we were at work and school.  Needless to say, nature took its course hence; many offspring from the pair. I loved them so much when got to the country.  I decided I wanted a dog out of them if I could find one.  Anyway, we were reading the paper and looked under Great Danes and there was a 10 month old for sale.  We made the call and found that she had been accidentally bred at 10 months by her  housemate  the owners didn’t want to deal with pups so we verbally bought her and drove down to finalize the deal.  We got a pedigree with her and believe it or not, on the dams and sire’s sides were my old dogs!!!!  I believe Shy was Heaven sent.

Shy was a very intelligent dog.  Most of the time she had grace and sweetness that people would envy.  She was big and strong and always there.  If you did not feel good, she knew it.  If you had not given her the sweet milk out of your cereal bowl yet, she knew how to get you to the back door so she could run and get it before you could get back to stop her.

Shy liked the finer things in life…a comforter on the floor rather than just the carpet….sleeping with us was even better….riding in the golf cart with Dad rather than chasing it like those “other dogs”.  Being spoiled in general was her thing.

The thing Shy loved more than anything except us was being a mom.  There was never a better dog mother than Shy.  She never was tired of cleaning them or their area.  All of her pups were fat and beautiful, smart pups.  The pups had all the attributes a Great Dane should possess.  She and her pups are/were definitely Great Danes!

Shy was brave.  You could come in and handle her pups as long as we were there or she knew you.  But strangers or a dog she didn’t know would be leaving immediately.  Shy was no dog to mess with if she though the occasion called for it.  Yet she never bit anyone.  She did not have to.  She was intimidating just by her size but she had what I call a “wolf walk”...she would crouch way down low, baring her teeth, growling steady and deep, stopping every few steps to just glare and the walking some more until she was within pouncing range.  Of course, her enemies were all gone by then.

I could go on and on about our sweet Shy but, I’m going to stop here.  I’ve told you almost everything Shy was except that she was most of all Loved and will be so Missed

Christopher and Eileen Callaway

Callaway Danes

   June 19, 2008