My first Yorkie, Marley, was turned into my office one day by a woman who burst through the door saying, "what town is this, and do you recognize this dog?". Well... I didn't know the dog, but her heart seemed to be in the right place... Marley apparently had ventured halfway across the busy highway in front of my office when the woman's husband pulled his F150 crossways to block traffic while the woman jumped out to save Marley. She couldn't keep him as she was on her way to North Georgia to be with her sister who was having surgery. Well... he's mine now, and he's the perfect dog... well mannered, compasionate, handsome... I NEVER considered getting a dog at this stage in my life, but here we were, thrown together by circumstance. Since I got him at the office, I took him to the office -- every day. He had to work out his Vet bills by entertaining clients and quieting children. He was excellent in this role. Chapter Two is a little different. Marley was such a perfect dog, I decided to get another Yorkie -- a tiny little boy from a show home who turned out to be a cross between Chuckie and Cudjo... go figure... but I love them both. |