I was looking at my little gal playing and just being the best girl ever, and I thought, Of all the yorkies out there, I got the very best one to ever walk the planet.
Seriously, just ask my husband and daughter!
Obviously I'm- halfway- joking. No, in all seriousness, We gave it a week for playing and we've been gentle with it. Today She pointed at the bed but wouldn't let me pick her up. Hubby got my attention, so I wasn't fast enough to see her point at her bone, too. So she jumped on the bed.
Yeah, this bed is super high, so we sat there flabbergasted. Then she gave me her sassy bark as if to say, why didn't you understand me?!!! This was YOUR fault.
Sigh. Why do I even bother. This is also the very first time, spay or not, that we've seen her land a leap THAT high. I tell ya.. heart attack.