Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Sweetie Boy, The Yorkshire Terror
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September 15th 2003
Attention! Attention! Attention! DRIVING! DRIVING! DRIVING! I also love to harrass BIG DOGS I love the look of terror in their eyes when they see me coming. And paper shredding. I don't know why they have a machine to do that.
Anyone or anything that gets in my way or diverts attention from me . Oh and every time some man named George W. Bush comes on TV my mommy screams at the tv and then turns it off. I don't know who he is, but I guess I don't like him very much either.
Any toy that I can grab a hold of its neck and shakes. I guess it is a throwback from the Yorkies old ratting days.
Little Cesar or just about anything humans eat, just to have it, even if I don't like it.
The park across the street. It has a pond and lots of bunnys and ducks. Need I say more Oh and there is a new devolpment across the street we call Stepford Village I like to roam around to hear all the noises. Wow people over there like to argue a lot
Ratting, actually a warning for anyone who gets in my way. And the ability to look innocent while kicking my best friend at the same time.
A police friend saw him running across a Parkway. No one claimed him, so he gave him to me. My grandma just died and Dasher became my life saver.
I was on the streets for a few months so I don't take anything from anybody and those big dogs don't scare me abit. Yes I do have a reputation as the Yorkshire Terror. But that is how I had to act to survive living on the mean streets of NY being I am what humans call a TOY DOG!! But underneath I am just a Undercover Lover. I have a girlfriend but she just teases and ignores me. Wait until I get my drivers license, see how she acts then! But I am a sucker for the females. BUT no males are allowed in MY HOUSE. Be it human or animal. My mommy is just figuring this out and she is trying to do something about it..Fat chance. I rule the roost now. Oh in a vain attempt to train me she enrolled me in school. My teacher already told her I am going to be a challenge. I know all those commands already I just decided to ignore them. My mommy noticed that to and she was not happy. I am the smallest dog in the class , but I am the loudest. No ones going to ignore me with those big dogs around.
With all respect to my mommy who loves me more then anything I did come Pre-Spoiled. No matter what she tries to do I am a Yorkshire Terrier and we do have a long background as Assessory Dogs to live up to . It is just a fact of MY life that I sleep in my humans beds, sit on furniture, demand to be rubbed on the stomach anytime I am sitting down, and 100% attention from everyone. In other words be prepared for me to take over. One last thing I am not into that bows and top knot crowd. I am a BOY and I not a show dog!! I like a puppy cut in the summer ..it shows off my mean lean fighting machine body. And the leave me alone cut in the winter, AKA the crazed look.
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June 21st 2006 12:30 pm
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MyYorkie Dasher saved me. from the depths depresssion. I was at my lowest time, my grandmother had just died at 101 and I thought she was going to live forever. One day this little animal burst into my living room and went stright to my bedroom. Me and one of my friends were screaming our heards off. Since I live nest to a preserve we thought it was a Racoon or Wooodchuck. It turned out it was Dasher. My mother had mentioned the police had found a dog on the parkway and would I be interested. I guess I said yes because the next thing I know here he was. I did not even know he was a Yorkie until I brought him to the Vet. That is when I found out. From the first day he has given me nothing but love and afffection. And he is full of surprises. I will always be devoted to Dasher.
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January 23rd 2005 10:13 pm
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I am sick in tired looking like a ragamuffin. I was supposed to go the Spa Monday and mommy had to cancel the appointment because she was sick! So what she could have called a Limo or better yet I would have drove to the Spa myself! My brother Mickey was ecstatic. He did not have to go. What can you say about Maltese’s. They certainly don’t have the proper upbringing a Yorkshire Terrier has. He doesn’t know but Mommy is going to put a top knot in his hair. She said Mickey hair grows very fast over his eyes. She said it is the same thing Sumo Wrestlers wear. Well unless it is attached to some food Mickey is going to have a fit. That Maltese is the most spoiled dog in the world. If mommy is doing something he actually barks to get her attention so she will play with him. She doesn’t get a minutes peace. When she takes us out for a drive, he almost strangles himself to climb on her back. Mommy just goes along with it. He even tries to growl at me if I try to get in the bed with her. I can’t do much because he is still blackmailing me about my chocolate business. Just wait until I get my new Corvette and he wants a ride somewhere especially in the type of weather we have now. Well he can hitch a ride. Oh and one last thing Mickey doesn’t like the snow one bit. I was hoping he went outside and got lost because you can’t tell him from the snow. But mommy would have had a fit and passed out and she would have been unconsolable. And I love my mommy so I would not want that to happen. Besides I love Mickey even though he is blackmailing me.
January 7th 2005 4:19 pm
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Mommy finally found MY clothes. Since Mickey doesn’t like to hang outside with me in the backyard mommy thought he was probably too cold. She said she wasn’t buying anymore clothes. I over heard her say that I am the same size as Mickey, so there is no need to buy a lot of new clothes I’ll fix her. So I hid them. There is no way that Maltese is going to step one paw in MY Persian Lamb coat!!! Humans do not understand the relationship between Yorkshire Terriers and their clothes. Now I am not what you call a Froo Froo type dog but I am a Yorkshire Terrier!! I have my cashmere sweaters, my Harley clothes, a Maltese would not even appreciate them. Mickey all he is interested in is food. So why bother letting him use my clothes? In any case I thought there was no way anybody could find them, I hid them low to the ground. Places where only little humans like babies would be able to look and see. Humans my size! Under the vanity sink in the bathroom. Only a snake and a Yorkie could see under there. WRONG. Something happened in the bathroom. That funny seat where humans sit on didn’t work. Why do humans need help with everything? Just give us a walk and a newspaper. Everything is so complicated. Well mommy had to get a new one. And guess what happened. Her friend Andy came to put it in and found the clothes under the sink!!! Mommy was so excited. She wondered how they got there. She blamed it on Stephen. After she washed the clothes she put them on me to see if they still fit. What did she think? That I ate like Mickey and gained 10 pounds!! Perfect my clothes fit me perfectly. Well I am a perfect dog what else to expect. Mommy then started to call for Mickey. Where is my little boy? Mickey was not coming. He must of found some dropped food somewhere that is the only thing that keeps him away from mommy. Oh boy mommy was ready to pass out again but just in the nick of time he was found hiding under bed in the guestroom. He looks like he is scared. By god he is scared. He hates putting clothes on! Great this is turning out to be a good thing. He hates taking pictures and he doesn’t like wearing clothes. I don’t have to share the camera or my clothes. Now that is what I call the perfect brother. Now only if he will stop blackmailing me.
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