Danny, the Brokenhearted

My friend Danny doesn't trust that he's a person's dog anymore. He's only nine months old and he's gotten shuffled off more times than is necessary. He's a baby, but his stint in boarding has confused him and left him worried for the future. He needs a quiet place where they will let him get used to the situation and understand that he needs some time. I worry about him, big time. Taking pictures with a pup his age is usually a battle for keeping my lens clean of tongues and spit, and trying to get down on their level and capture their faces while still doing a decent job of playing. Daniel doesn't play. He just looks at you suspiciously. He lets you pet him eventually, but he doesn't enjoy it. He allows it. He is a good boy, who deserves a shot at an awesome life. He's scared and looking for someone to give him time to bond.