An announcement from Shanny!

You may be wondering why I'm called "The Shanny Monster".  So do I.  After all, I never get into trouble.  Well hardly ever.  Ok, ok, most of the time.  Mom says I have issues.  I say I'm just a fun lovin' girl with a great imagination.  I can imagine all sorts of ways to get into trouble.  I have such an innocent face that nobody ever believes mom when she spins my tales.

One of my favorite things in life is paper.  I don't eat it, I just shred it.  Mom says she should rent me out at tax time.  If it means I get more paper and won't get yelled at, I'm all for it.

If you ever come to our house, mom will warn you about me.  I love jewelry.  Especially earrings.  Maybe I shouldn't tell you about this in case you come to our house.  I just have to spill the beans.  I'm a nibbler.  I'll nibble your ears trying to get your earrings off.  I'm so good that you won't even know I'm doing it.   If you're wearing diamonds that's what I'll go for.  None of that cubic stuff for me.  Well if that's all you've got, I'll go for that too, but I prefer the real stuff.

Someone came to our house back in January 2003 to visit the puppies that we had.  Mom warned the visitors of my jewelry fetish (I have a few of those don't I?) but I guess they thought she was kidding.  The one guest didn't even know I had taken one of her diamond studs off her ear until my sister Libby tried to pick it up off the carpet.  That made all the guests grab their ears to see if their earrings were missing.  The guest whose earring I grabbed was surprised it was the real diamond stud I had gotten and not her cubic drop earrings.  Oh pahleeze!  Do I look like a cubic kind of girl?

On another occasion, I took out someone's hoop earring and placed it on her chest.  She had no idea I had it until I did that.  Am I good or what?!

Mom jokingly got me a jewelry store for my 4th birthday.

On these pages you'll learn more about me and the fun I have. 

I was born on February 19, 1999.  I was born the 7th puppy out of 9.  My puppy name was Maggie.  I was named after one of my mom's online friends.  My name is pronounced Shan-ee (though sometimes I think my name is Shannyifyoudon'tstopthatI'mgoingtokickyourbutt) and I'm named after Brendan Shanahan the hockey player.

My "doggie/real" Mom is Stevie (black).   I was from her first litter. I must say I was pretty darn good looking even back then dontcha think? My "doggie/real" Dad is Dante (yellow).   In my litter there were 5 blacks and 4 yellows.  8 females and 1 male. 

My brother whose name is Gander lives in Wyoming.  One of my sisters named MacKenzie or Kenzie for short lives in Pennsylvania.  The rest of my sisters live in various Michigan cities.  None of them are as cute as me.  Mom says they're all perfect angels compared to me.  Of course I'm special!

Mom says she really hadn't planned on keeping me, but I guess when I was ready to go to a new home, nobody wanted a black girl.  So she kept me.  That's ok with me!  I love my home.  I wouldn't want to live anywhere else.

I was going to be a show dog but when I was about 7 months old someone scared me by running up behind me while in the show ring.  Even though mom tried real hard to let me know that nobody was ever going to hurt me, I don't like anyone behind me anymore.  I get a bit nervous.  Mom says its too bad because I stand real nice and move real nice and could have been a good show dog.  She still loves me though which is most important to me.  So now I'm just her fun dog. 

We did some agility together just for fun.  I really liked that. Of course, I didn't always listen to mom and did things my own way.  Mom said she really didn't expect anything less. 

Mostly I spend my days "helping" mom around the house.  I'm her unofficial service dog.  If she drops something I rush right over to pick it up for her.  I take out and bring in the mail or newspaper everyday.  I'm so smart that when I hear her computer printer printing something out, I know its going to be mail so I rush over to her computer desk and sit next to her waiting to take it out.  She tells me that sometimes its not mail or the mail already came for the day, but I pester her until she lets me carry something. 

If she ignores me, I wander back into the spare back bedroom and surf through the trash in there. Somehow she always knows when I have something I shouldn't.  She must have ESP.

Probably my worst point, if I'm being honest, is my bark.  When I get really excited I yip.  I have a very high pitched yip which can drive most humans crazy.  I don't have a big dog bark.  Here is a short video of me yipping. (You'll need Real Player to view it) My sister was swimming and I wanted to join her so I started yipping my displeasure.

I love to swim and when I bring the bumper up out of the water I drop it at mom's feet then encourage her to throw it again by yipping.  Not just once or twice.......I yip yip yip yip yip until someone throws the bumper again.  Then I start again once I'm out of the water.  It doesn't matter if mom yells "SHANNY WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!" I'm going to yip until I get my way.

I'm at my best behavior when I'm sleeping, mom says. Hard to believe a perfect looking angel like me would ever get into trouble is it?  I really don't consider it trouble.  I consider it keeping mom on her toes.  Besides, if she paid me the attention I deserved I wouldn't go looking for stuff to do would I?

I hope you don't mind, but I'm really tired and need to get my rest.  Mom says don't wake me up since she needs a break from my mischief!