Now we will see the true nature of the Yorkie..
Mine?... it would be Jem.. what to choose... what to choose...
ok, there was the time he,once again, climbed up on the dinner table. when the food was all set out and pretty. and he decided to take little yorkie bites out of every food item..i saw paw prints made of mashed potato leading to varies dishes. dribbles of gravy drops leading to the peas.. peas rolled over the table and falling on the floor.. and yorkie teeth marks in the Turkey..
Yes it was CHRISTMAS DAY!...could i tell anyone? am i going to ruin Christmas day for everyone?...am i gonna set back and watch my yorkie get skinned alive? NOOOOOO.
i had to slice the turkey up, stir the potatoes around, pick up the peas. wipe the gravy spills before my family noticed anything(where were they??) ..
change the table cloth..
and we all had a good dinner..
why did you carve the turkey before dinner?..ohh i thought we'd do something new this year mom.
Did i miss the part where after he was done and had a nice full belly. he took a big ole poo on the table? then ran and hid in his kennel.
He owed me his life. cause he would have been yorkie ka bobs that evening.
let the games begin......