[yorkietalkjilly]

Tibbe watches me getting changed and ready to go out and he stands there immobile in the hall the whole time with the accusatory look of a judge in his eyes. He then follows me down the hall and goes to the front window to watch as I go across the porch to the garage, back out and drive off. The last thing I see is my little judge standing in the window, paws up on the sill. Very often when I return, I find Tibbe asleep in the window on the sill, having long grown tired of standing there, I guess. But there is my little Yorkie, flagged out on the sill, waiting for his mommy. And when I come in, the little judge is long gone and all I can see is a blur of what looks like a Yorkie whirling around and around and when I sit, climbing all over me with kisses and sometimes little whines and yelps for a good five minutes.