The following story was provided by Carly:
At first glance, all that was visible of Shy-Low was a helpless, terrified little guy with feces matted to his skin and the most piercing blue eyes. With no social skills, skin ailments and hip bones protruding, it was clear he would be a "a tough sell" at best. But who was I kidding, we were meant for each other. Throughout my life, most of the dogs I've had, I've "needed". Shy-Low, however, needed me.