I got a call a couple days ago from someone I've never met, who told me she heard that I run a Yorkie rescue.
I own rescued Yorkies, and volunteer at a rescue, but that's it. Long story short, in the span of 4 months, I've now managed to aquire a third Yorkie (plus Lola the Shih Tzu). My Yorkie cup runnith over.
Blossom is a 7 yr. old, unspayed female, in the middle of a false pregnancy. Her milk even came in. She was attacking the previous owner's children, because she believed they were going to take her toy "baby". Poor little girl, I'm hoping that her hormones settle down soon, so that we can have her spayed and get her feeling better. Without even trying, I've become Kim's home for wayward Yorkies. At the rescue, I gave away one that I really wanted, and got sent three in return. Karma is funny that way, isn't it?
