Ok, so I have been home full-time the past month and my 3 yorkies are my constant companions. I am begining to think that I am going a little batty, bc I can understand the yorkies so clearly.
For instant, the other day, Prissy (the chubby one who is ALWAYS hungry) came and got me off the couch and kept bringing me to her food bag. She was all sad--as if she was a poor neglected puppy. It was about 7:30 p.m.
So I yelled to my husband and said "Prissy said that you forgot to feed her supper--is that true?" Of course he had fed her. . .
Fast forward a few nights. I switch shampoo and it smells different than my regular kind. I am sleeping face down on my pillow. One yorkie, starts sniffing my hair, seems confused, so goes and gets her sister. Both dogs start sniffing my hair. All of a sudden, one dives under the covers, crawls down to my waist, sniffs my butt and excitedly crawls back up. She says to the other yorkie still sniffing my hair "DON'T WORRY, it IS mom--I sniffed her butt to be sure"
Maybe it is a sign that I need to get a job and talk to real people.
