Hershey has redefined "shy." He is a big boy, long hair, jet black, big green eyes. The first time I picked him up he wrapped his paws over my shoulder and clung to me, face against my neck. After a few months, he totally surprised me by starting to talk. And after a year and half, he has started to relax (see photo) but he still holds on to me like that sometimes. He now ventures out on the balcony as long as there are no motorcycles around (too loud). He is the best boy ever.
Probably something like this: "Why do you talk like that to me? I talk normal, you should talk like me. In spite of that, thanks for giving me a forever home. ARF is great but four months was long enough!"