I'm not lazy... I'm not cruel... I love my Yorkies... I don't ever want to look in hindsight for what I might have been able to do to prevent a horrible accident.
My first yorkie, Marley, was turned into my office about a year ago after he was discovered running down the middle of the state highway that runs in front of my office. A woman ran in, out of breath, holding this little dog, and said 'what town is this?... and do you recognize this dog?!' I said Jefferson, and 'no'!
She was on her way north to be with her sister who was having surgery. She said her husband saw Marley and pulled his F150 crossways of the highway to stop traffic and she jumped out and grabbed him.
Had they not done this, he likely would have been dead in minutes.
Long story short, Marley came to live with me. He was a runner... He is a runner... and he's much quicker and faster than I am. For the most part, he minds well. But a deer, golfcart, skateboard, bicycle... whatever, makes him 10 feet tall and invisible! Training is wonderful. But it only takes once.
I am going to put in the fence. If it turns out to be cruel... if it hurts more than a shot, or having his teeth cleaned, or his ears swabbed, or if it takes more than two encounters with the correction, I'll pull up the fence and forget it.
If there are any of you who have had or know of someone who has used the fence on little (under 10 pounds) dogs, I'd like to hear of your experiences. |