One of the Yorkies I grew up with was named Prissy. She had this horrible habit of running to the laundry basket and pulling out a pair of dirty underwear whenever company came over. Then she would either pick it up or root around until she had the dirty underwear hanging around her neck. The best part was that she would then go and jump in our company's lap and either drop the pair of underwear right in their lap or just sit in their lap and stare at them with the dirty underwear hanging around her neck.
Embarrassment is when you are 16 and your Yorkie drops a pair of your dirty panties in your boyfriend's lap
