Why I'm Embarrassed to Own a Yorkshire Terrier | Unleashed
Doubtfful our friends and family will ever understand
The first time I went away for a weekend with my now-husband, he brought along his Yorkshire terrier, Frankie. He took me to the Catskills in his friend’s classic Volkswagen van. We drove up on a Friday in July; the traffic was terrible, it was 95 degrees in the shade, and the air conditioning was broken. But the worst part was that for the entirety of the 5-hour drive, Frankie sat on Caleb’s shoulder, and barked at me. “I don’t know if me and this guy are going to make it,” I group texted my friends. “His dog hates my guts.”
Of course, we did make it, and now Frankie is my best friend and fiercest protector. All it took was feeding her treats until she looked like a sausage and bringing her with me wherever I go. The truth about Yorkies is that they are loyal to the death—you just have to work like your life depends on it to get them to love you. And sometimes your life does depend on it—Frankie still attacks our friends every time they walk in our front door, even if she’s met them hundreds of times before