Beau told me this evening: ‘You spoil everything!’ Then continued, ‘Me, the wild birds at the feeder, the dogs, the cats, the hunting dogs, the MULE...’
LOL! I’m a spoiler just like you! :)
I’ve always wanted a Yorkie and as I get older, my dogs will NEED to be smaller. Being owned by a Yorkie has always been on my list. My MIL had a Yorkie/Chihuahua mix. Lily. Smartest. Dog. Ever. You couldn’t pull anything over on her and Moya had Lily trained to perform a whole series of tricks to receive her dog biscuit. :)
I’m glad he put himself first on that list. As long as he also get spoiled, he can’t complain!
Yorkies are awesome :-) check out my home page for a picture of Cooper. http://www.freerepublic.com/~cottonball/index
he always has to greet us at the door with something. He is so very generous! One day he couldn’t find any toys but he did get up on a chair that had paraphernalia from when I went to a Trump rally.
I wasn’t a dog person until we got him. Now I can’t even leave the house without him or I feel incredibly guilty. He has this way of looking at me and hanging his head down as soon as he realize he has to stay home. He goes over to his little cushion and just stands there looking dejected. I Can’t believe how manipulative he is, lol! Anyway I told my husband we didn’t need a dog. They were dirty, messy, smelly, etc. We had him three days and I called my husband at work and told him he needed to get his own dog, Cooper was mine. We were to do to go on her relocation trip, looking for places to move to. I just couldn’t put him in puppy jail. I interviewed about five of them and none were acceptable. So I drove 5000 miles so he could go with us! We drove from California to Nashville, picked hubby up at the airport, then checked out West Virginia, Kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee, and North Carolina. Then he got to go back on the airplane and we drove home. I could’ve taken him on the plane, but it actually gave me a good opportunity to go the long way home and check out other places. I ended up going through Idaho and it was beautiful. He’s a great little traveler. I found this dog purse, it looks like a big normal person, except you can fit a dog in it, and it has mesh sides so he can breathe. For those potty stops when I didn’t want to leave him in the car.
Watch out, or a yorkie could change your life in very unexpected ways :-)
My Yorkie, Prissy, will be 8 yrs. old July 31. She is extremely smart; we have to spell words so she won’t know what we say if we are talking about her. If I say a sentence with the word, “Karen”, she knows she is going to her groomer, Karen. She starts jumping up and down, and wants to go right then. Stays agitated until we go to the car. We never say, “Karen” unless we are actually going there.
If Bob says, “Go tell her”, or “Go ask her”, she comes to me.
If we say, “Prissy”, she is all over us.
She is right now sitting in her usual place, on the carpet facing the front door. There is a strip of glass next to the front door she can see out of - she is guarding the house. If anyone walks past the house on the sidewalk, or anyone drives into the driveway of the house across the street, she goes nuts, barking, that car or that walking person is in her “space”.
The groomer, Karen, puts her down on the floor of the Vet’s office where she grooms dogs. All office personnel plays with her. Karen uses Prissy to calm anxious dogs who are there for a grooming.
At night, Bob puts her on the California King bed with us. During the day, I work in the library/TV room. When Bob comes into the room and sits on the couch, Prissy is right there wanting up on the couch with him. If he takes a nap there, so does Prissy.
You won’t go wrong getting a Yorkie. Sweetest, smart dog on the planet.