 A Yorkie Story
Hi, I'm a middle aged guy, urban professional, not a dog person at all. Ivaguely remember having dogs as a kid, though I never cared about them. Andthen one day two months ago...
A couple of friends with a Yorkie asked my girlfriend if she could take careof their dog while they went out of town. She lives with me, and I reluctantlyagreed to the idea.
Late one night my GF brought him home. The next morning (she's goes to nightschool), I knew I'd have to walk him. I woke up and unzipped the carrier bag hewas sleeping in. Out popped a five pound ball of fur. He looked up at me andwhined.
Farley is a two year old male they'd picked up somewhere in Asian whilestudying abroad. He only has one eye as a result of a car accident.
I had no idea what to do that morning - it took me 20 minutes to even figureout how to get his harness on. Finally we hit the street. When a much largerdog turned the corner and came at us, I panicked. Fortunately the dog ignoredFarley. "Oh, it's a Yorkie!" the owner said as she passed. "Awhat-ie?" I asked.
Long story short: Big guy falls in love with tiny dog. By Day 2 we werewatching TV together. By Day 3 we were racing each other down the beach afterwork, and by Day 4 I was begging the girlfriend to let him sleep in bed withus.
Eventually the sad day came when I had to return him to his mom and dad. Inthe weeks that followed, they let me borrow him a couple more times, but finallyput their foot down and told me to get my own damn dog. J
My girlfriend, always a dog person, is now demanding we adopt for a dog. Shewants something bigger, and wants to rescue a dog. But while I’ve tried to open my heart toother breeds, I can’t shake the fact that I’m a Yorkie man. And hey, I'm payingthe mortgage. To be continued as events develop...
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