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Originally Posted by MissTinkerbelle  You know, I know my dogs should be neutered.
I don't need lectures or people to make me feel bad about that ok.
I am an adult and we can make our own decisions, and if we choose not to have them fixed at the moment, than that is our decision. I don't want to hear how it "blows people's minds" when people don't have their animals fixed.
It will be done, but now he is not comfortable with it. No need to rush.
This threat turned into a neutering lecture more than how to get my two precious Yorkies to get along.
I am sure I am not the only person out there who has 2 Yorkies who are not fixed... what about breeders?
So PLEASE STOP with the the neutering lectures and comments. I am an adult, I know what can happen and in due time they will be.
Now back to my original post, if anyone can help me I would appreciate it.
Right now I feel like crying because I don't know what to do.
Thanks again. |
Please don't cry. It will get better. Stay positive, please. Remember when you said that you believed in fate... it was fate that Drake found you. Keep telling yourself that.
I'll tell you a little story. Smokey came to me after my friend's mom called me and said "I know someone that is adopting out a yorkie". I, of course, was interested and called imediately. We went the next day to have the two meet. Smokey was born in a puppy mill and had been shifted from home to home from day 1 until that day when he was 6 months old. Even though Chip had an attitude, we decided to try it. Smokey was free and I believed it was fate too. We brought him home that night and there were several scary dog fights. The next day - Halloween of 2007 - I was getting ready for work. Smokey was scarfing down his breakfast and Chip was sitting by the door. Chip gave me this look as if to say "Mommy how could you? I thought you loved me!!!" and I burst into tears. All day, I thought about that little look on his face and I cried wondering if we made the right choice. The fights got so bad, I had considered taking Smokey back as much as I had fallen in love with him. Everyone kept encouraging me to hang in there... saying things would get better and they would be best friends before I knew it. I had my doubts, but one day, I think Chip just realized that Smokey was here to stay and after about 2-3 weeks of bad dog fights, they started playing nicely and cuddling. Now we can't take them apart without them freaking out! Just have faith and don't give up. It will get better! (((hugs)))