Growing up, my mother always had a Yorkie in the home. I don't know where her love of the dog started from, but I do have a vivid memory of one of the Yorkies she had when I was in junior high.
She adopted this Yorkie mix from the pound as an itty bitty puppy. The pound told her it was a Yorkie mixed with an english bulldog. The puppy was a female and my mother let one of my brothers name it - his favorite name when he was 5 was Cindy. So that was the puppy's name. Let me tell you, as this puppy grew up she became the UGLIEST dog you ever did see in your entire life!! Let this be a lesson to you all - don't mix Yorkie with bulldog!! (note: I LOVE both breeds, bulldogs as much as Yorkies, but they definitely were not meant to be mixed.) Anyway, at the time, my mother was a single mom of four children - my dad was completely deadbeat and disappeared so there was no child support coming in. We lived off welfare and the church donations, and resided in a very small apartment above a store in a really bad section of the town. We were the only white family for at least four blocks. I kid you not. Now the odd thing is, Cindy grew up to hate black people! We have no idea why, because all of my friends growing up were black, all our family friends were black, we have members of the family that are black. So this stumped us. For some reason Cindy just hated them. Eventually, she attacked one too many people and we were told to put her down. My mother cried her eyes out. After we lost Cindy, my mom didn't get another Yorkie again until after she married my stepfather and a few of my sisters and brothers were born (I'm the oldest of nine, btw). First my mom had a Yorkie that she adopted as an older dog. It died of old age. I never met him cause I lived half a country away with my first husband. Then my mom adopted Clancy, a male Yorkie puppy that was just freaking adorable. I loved him soooo much. When he was 7 years old, one of my baby brothers, too young to understand, opened the front door and Clancy ran out. He was hit by a car and died instantly. My mother called me and we both cried oceans of tears for him. I still miss him to this day. A few months later, my mom adopted Teddy, from the same breeder as Clancy. She still has Teddy to this day. He is just a hilarious little boy who absolutely adores my husband. Last Febuary (heh, a year ago) I visited my mom's house for the last time before my spine surgery. I was still confined to rest most of the time back then, and Teddy was my constant companion. I knew then that I wanted my own Yorkie. After surgery, my disability never got any better, in fact my leg became worse over a few months. Big dogs were no longer an option as I couldn't control them, walk them, or care for them due to their size. Cinamin, our Brittany continued to go downhill in health due to her age of 13 years. I came here to Yorkie Talk, told my story and asked for a Yorkie to adopt. I wanted one to fill the hole in my heart left after my son died, so I had to have a male. I wanted one to be a companion to me during the day as I struggle to learn to live with my disability. I wanted one to cheer me up and bring me out of my depression. And an angel from this community helped God answer my prayer, and I am now the adopted mommy of my Matthias.
After having Matthias in my life, I will always be the most avid fan of Yorkies. He has made all my dreams come true. Whenever I am at my lowest emotionally, he comes up and sits on my lap and covers my face in kisses. He cuddles with me every single night as I lay in bed reading waiting for the pills to kick in so I can sleep. He is my constant companion throughout the day. And he is the son I never got to raise.
I tell ya right now, if I ever win the lottery, I plan on having a huge one story house with Yorkies everywhere! I just love them!
and maybe an english bulldog or two.... neutered of course... no mixing....
