Yeah, but actually I think that my Max, whatever he is (alien, I think!), is worth every penny - even if I was "scammed". They don't know what they missed!
Rocky, on the other hand, is a true "classic" yorkie. The breeders gave me a "Certified Pedigree" that goes back five full generations. The AKC sent me one that goes back three. Many, many Champions in the line. He's officially listed as a "Blue and Gold" yorkie. The breeder (not professional breeder, but a nationwide "shower") pointed out how his teeth were perfect, bitewise, his tail had been cropped at exactly the correct show length and angle, leaving exactly one eigth inch of gold visible when properly groomed, etc, etc. Right after purchase she gave me the name and address of their trainer and explained to me that the trainer would have Rocky for about three months, at a cost of about $3,000 to $4,000.
OK! Hold on there Babalooie! We wanted a pet! Breeder didn't understand. Of course we would want to train and show him, wouldn't we? Why else did we come and buy such a pedigreed dog?!?! Well I didn't know how pedigreed he was till after I paid and.....yep...held him a while. (Always too late then!)
Never had any intention of showing him, nor breeding him. Nothing wrong with showing dogs - just not my thing! So Rocky is a true prize. Very lovable......but......kinda boring since Max came along!
Rocky wants to sit, cuddle, and generally be loved. Nothing wrong with that!
Max wants to play, is quite a bit more independent, and at least once a week does something new that surprises/shocks me! He looks every bit the yorkie, but does things I've not seen before. I did read that yorkies were originally bred less than two hundred years ago as "ratters". A cross between (I think) Silkie and Australian terrior. Originally bred at about 18 lbs. Once in the US, folks decided to breed them smaller and smaller till the current standard was reached. I would doubt that Max is a true throwback, bred like the original yorkie, but he sure does make me appreciate what the original was probably like!
In our house in the Pocono mountains, we will see the occasional mouse. Rocky looks curiously at them but won't go near a mouse. Gets a look that "sounds" like, "Eeeewww". My wife Robin threw Max into the crawlspace one day while I was down there doing a little maintenance. Max immediately ran off into the darkness and came back and started tapping on my shoulder (it's a crawlspace, remember? I was lying on my side!) I turned my head and saw he has a mouse, which he dutifully dropped and then ran off again. After the third one I brought him back up to the house.
Very different personalities, these two!
Last edited by J-Mac; 08-13-2004 at 10:23 AM.
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