I grew up in Seattle and My Aunt and Uncle lived long ways away in Wenatchee. Every summer we got to go visit my Aunt who had Two yorkies. I have always loved their long pretty hair and their little almost human qualities. When I married and moved to N.M. we bought an acre and my hubby ( old farm boy)told me I could have anything I wanted. Well, knowing full well the cost of a yorkie was out of the question I went to work for Vets. I was fired from two because when people would bring thier animals in to be euthanized I was supposed to help and I was also in charge of kennels. I was caught slipping little yorkies out the back door. I just could not believe they could do this. So from their we started rescues. We did that till we lost our last two, three years ago. Hubby said the house was to quiet (two greys and a yellowhead parrot thats quiet) Well little did I know he was in the process of getting me a Yorkie. He ask me one day how much I had in my Yorkie fund and I said why? He said "A friend of mine has a 6 month old yorkie that his new owners could not keep." I called her and headed right over to get my boy. My husband said arenet you going to look first and I said "NO!!!" because I was already in love (sight unseen) I walked in the door and he ran up to me and I said are you ready to go home and thats all she wrote. I have my little Max. We have been looking for a little girl(Max is ALL boy) that I can dress up. Found a lttle yorkie in the for sale that I fell in love with and she came with clothes and everything but the one thing my hubby is strict on is the Registration and she was the ACA. He says you dont put a Honda sticker on a Corvette. So I am still looking she is out there somewhere.
Sorry so long hard to put things into SHORT STORIES. |