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Originally Posted by whiteyorkie  "Oh, wait, you're talking about scientists who are constantly researching and publishing their theories - just look at the links below."
I was talking about some scientists & researchers who try to insist
that dogs are wolves (canis lupus), and it is clearly not true.
Dogs are different (canis familiaris).
Whether they say dogs are tame wolves, or wolves are wild dogs, it just is inaccurate. There's more to it then just a name.
"I know one thing, the breeders of the first litters of the early Yorkshire Terriers has my eternal gratitude!"
LOL! Me too!
"Now I adore big, powerful dogs, love working with them and can't help but be impressed at how intelligent and eager to work they are, but somehow the little Yorkie, so tiny and so terrier, so anxious to please as he runs my life, just takes the cake, whatever path he took to be here!"
Well yorkies are a super smart breed. Actually all my dogs were smart & clever in their own ways, be that they opened gates or knew when to run through them.
I love most dogs. (Rarely is there a bad one anyway.)
My somehow I just have an affinity for yorkies & pitbulls.
"I guess cute wins out every time with me!"
Well cute is different for everyone. I find APBTs cute,
but some disagree. Some don't like yorkies (I turn my nose up to those people). |
Oh, I see what you mean, the dog is now called the canis familiaris. Got it, I thought you were referring to what so many seem to this is a one of the basic dog ancestors, the canis lupus while others think other species were involved or there was another ancestor or forty!
I totally fell in love with my next door neighbor's pittie, CeCe - never knew how she spelled it. But her favorite thing in greeting me was to stand up full length against the Cox fence between our yards, inviting me, an inveterate doglover, to put my face over toward her (for a lick I first thought) and she would ever so gently open half of her head up and place her giant open jaws across my face and hold. Her tail was down, ears were folded back, little eyes squeezed up and her whole body wriggling with joy. She had no hands to grip me with, no way to hug me back, knew nothing about how to show love except that way and licking, living out there mostly alone in the back yard with little human interaction except with the 3 children would pile out and roughly fall all over her - rarely, and then she was on her on again. So her mouth was the only way she could show me how deeply she loved having me there for her. And her 'love bite' of sorts was one of the gentlest, tenderest, sweetest moments I've ever had with a dog. Her giant white teeth would ever so gently shudder or shiver against my skin as I would put my arms over the fence and around her upper shoulders and squeeze and we would stay that way until my back hurt! Oh what a sweetheart a pitbull can be and how I loved her. My Jilly had been dead 2 or 3 years by that time and I still couldn't bear to even try to look for another Yorkie yet. So sweet CeCe and I had a real love-fest and she made me want to find another baby again.