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Likes: flip flops, ears, other dogs, being carried, his human mom
Pet-Peeves: Frozen anything and when my food bowl has food only at the bottom so I have to go way in there to get it.
Favorite Toy: Humans
Favorite Food: Cereal
Favorite Walk: The "very fine horse" trot.
Best Tricks: He can make a whole room go "Awww!"
Arrival Story: I was born as the "ugly duckling", the runt, and the unwanted puppy of the litter. My litter consisted of 3 male yorkiepoos. My mom was the yorkie. She loved me and fed me her special milk. My mom's owner allowed people to come in to choose a puppy when we were just 2 weeks old! Immediately, my brothers were chosen. Well, only one. The other was to be kept by mom's owner. I do admit humans were more inclined to them than to me. When my human mom came to see the puppies, I was handed to her. She immediately loved me and started to call me "ChaChi" which I think describes my spicy yet timid personality perfectly.
I was handed to her when I was five weeks old. She tried to refuse me because she knew I should be 8 weeks but the breeder refused to let me stay with my mother longer! And, since I was free, I was pretty much disposable. Wendy took me in rather reluctantly; she wanted me to stay with my mom. But she did it anyways and I could feel the love and care she was willing and ready to give. I loved her, my aunt (her sister), and my grandparents (her parents) on the first day I was at their house. I was pretty exhausted though, so I couldn't thank them with play and kisses. They took me to my bed and I slept there alongside two hot water bottles and my blankie. They reminded me of home and I couldn't sleep without them. I know, my new human mother didn't put them in one night to see if I was alright without them but I woke her up every hour so now she puts them in every night.
Bio: Since the day I was with her I have had a good life. My owner is teaching me some very gradual basic obediance and is trying to housebreak me. Since I'm so little, however, it's hard for me to understand but I do my best and myowner is patient because she knows I'm just a puppy. I mostly sleep all day and wake up some times to play, eat, and mark the house (completely forgetting my housebreaking). She's taken me to the pool too, to watch on the sidelines, get socialized with wet, swimming people, and some children too.
I'm scared of a lot of things (such as falling into my food bowl when there is little food and I have to go to the bottom to get it out) but mom is always there to soothe me and tell me its okay. I love to lick and sometimes bite faces, feet, fingers, and anything else that's soft yet hard at the same time. Like flip flops! Boy, I love those. I'm teething so I just have to bite things! But I can't stand frozen rags, they chill me and I run to my hot water bottles for comfort from the evil frozen rags of doom.
The Groups I'm In: yorkiepoos
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Mom decided to yell NO and OUCH when I bit her fingers today. I don't know what this is about, she's always let me bite her and everyone else. This probably has something to do with the book she wouldn't let me bite last night when I woke up for a late night play session. That was when she grabbed me by the collar and gripped my chest so I couldn't move. And when I stopped squirming, she actually applauded me! Whatever. I think I'll just stay still whenever grabs my collar, maybe I'll get a bone out of this. But the finger biting thing..... I don't know. I kinda have the idea that she doesn't want me to bite her anymore. So I'm staying away from her and everyone else's fingers. Sigh. Humans are confusing.
You might be wondering why I named my diary May 28th. The reason for this, fellow canines, is that that was the day I was, let's say, "adopted" from a future of unwantedness and shelters. I might've even been put down because no one wanted me! *gulp*
You see, I was born as the "ugly duckling", the runt, and the My litter consisted of 3 male yorkiepoos. My mom was the yorkie. She loved me and fed me her special milk. My mom's owner allowed people to come in to choose a puppy when we were just 2 weeks old! Immediately, my brothers were chosen. Well, only one. The other was to be kept by mom's owner. I do admit humans were more inclined to them than to me. When my human mom came to see the puppies, I was handed to her. She immediately loved me and started to call me "ChaChi" which I think describes my spicy yet timid personality perfectly.
I was handed to her when I was five weeks old. She tried to refuse me because she knew I should be 8 weeks but the breeder refused to let me stay with my mother longer! And, since I was free, I was pretty much disposable. Wendy took me in rather reluctantly; she wanted me to stay with my mom. But she did it anyways and I could feel the love and care she was willing and ready to give. I loved her, my aunt (her sister), and my grandparents (her parents) on the first day I was at their house. I was pretty exhausted though, so I couldn't thank them with play and kisses. They took me to my bed and I slept there alongside two hot water bottles and my blankie. They reminded me of home and I couldn't sleep without them. I know, my new human mother didn't put them in one night to see if I was alright without them but I woke her up every hour so now she puts them in every night.
Anyways, since the day I was with her I have had a good life. My owner is teaching me some very gradual basic obediance and is trying to housebreak me. Since I'm so little, however, it's hard for me to understand but I do my best and myowner is patient because she knows I'm just a puppy. I mostly sleep all day and wake up some times to play, eat, and mark the house (completely forgetting my housebreaking). She's taken me to the pool too, to watch on the sidelines, get socialized with wet, swimming people, and some children too.
I'm scared of a lot of things (such as falling into my food bowl when there is little food and I have to go to the bottom to get it out) but mom is always there to soothe me and tell me its okay. I love to lick and sometimes bite faces, feet, fingers, and anything else that's soft yet hard at the same time. Like flip flops! Boy, I love those. I'm teething so I just have to bite things! But I can't stand frozen rags, they chill me and I run to my hot water bottles for comfort from the evil frozen rags of doom.
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