My oldest daughter is honey to the neighborhood boys bees. They flock around her and come a courting, even though my oldest isn't at all interested in any of them.
These kids, I have kind of adopted, I'm their second mom, I have fed them all, chided them about grades and girls, put them to work and slipped them a few dollars. And it's funny, because they all consider themselves super tough guys.
Pixie has turned every one of these muy macho hombres into Yorkie lovers. Even though she's a delicate very feminine lady, she is tough as nail and feisty and managed to wrap them all around her tiny little paws.
Sabre.. WOW, Sabre though, he's all many manly swagger strut. They might have fallen in love with Pixie, but Sabre is their best bud, their homie, their bro. It's so odd having these half grown men knocking on my door asking if they can take Sabre for a walk. Not Pixie.. SABRE, their homie, their bro, their best bud.
Do I know they're using my puppy to get chicks? Of course I do, Do I care? Not a bit, lol. Sabre is their wingman.. err.. dog...
Except these is one guy, Pixie is his girl. I have pictures of this big burly 6 foot something, 280 plus pound young man cuddling with my 4 lb little teeny yorkie. Pixie is his girl, lol. When he has a place, he wants me to help him find a yorkie like Pixie, lol.
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