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Old 10-04-2005, 11:22 PM   #1
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Default How Chewy and I met.

I got chewy from a breeder. I am trying to find out if they are reputable or not. By turns I discover great things about their advice and bad things. I'm not sure if she was an aswesome breeder who was realy fair with me or an evil meanie trying to get rid of a dog she saw as "defective".

I suppose, like most everything else, it's somewhere in that big gaping ol' middle.

We got Chewy for free. Here's the full text of my tale of puppy love and how I found it in a Yorkie.

For the last few years, my girl (practically and often called wife) and I have been arguing over getting a dog. Now I know my Jenny...She's not the most responcible person on earth, and frankly, when the going get's tough, I jump to the task before she does. It's not to say that she's lazy, or that she doesn't care...it's just that I've had more dire times, so to speak, and that makes me more prone to act on things first and with the least complaint...

the thought of being so wholely responcible for another leaving thing so sentient as a dog scared the crap out of me. I've had a vascectomy to avoid such responcibility. I've got more than my share of issues from that "dire circumstance" in which I grew to maturity. Some might even say that I'm mentally ill. Hell, I might even reckon in their numbers.

So it's the third year in a row that I'm totally stumped for what to give her for her birthday. Last year, the business was good enough that I could afford a nice entertainment center. This year, money aint so good...and I can think of are two conversations we last had. One is an argument about why I don't want to get a dog. She buys my Dad's sorry tale about me not being able to commit to responcibility for a dog since he shot my first dog for having fleas.

Maybe that's true. I never protected Lady from my horrible old family that killed her for daring to trust me. How could I possibly take responcibility for another living creature again? Maybe that's it...or maybe I just like being 20-something and going to bars at night without responcibility. I kinda lean toward the latter.

Hell, it's year #3 and I have no idea what I'm going to get Jenny. She keeps going on about a dog she saw. "Little black bears! Oh my GOD they are soooo cute!". It's a breed called a Schipperke. I look em up briefly online. They seem small. Good since I don't see a house in the realistic future. They look o.k. enough. I'll get her a dog. She SWEARS that it won't become "my dog" and therefore "my problem".

Awesome. I'm a really good boyfirend. I'll get her the puppy she wants. But instead of buying a puppy and adding a bow to it, I'll play it smart and let her pick the dog. Instead, I buy a puppy bead, a leash, puppies for dummies, and print out an add from an online broker advertising some Schipperke pups for sale.

She loved it.

Months passed.

I start prodding, just to let her (and her ever vigilant girl-friends) know that I was serious and not jsut trying to cop-out of a real b-day present. "You know, it's been a few months...do you still want a dog?", Of course she does. She just didn't follow up on that ad. The pups from that litter are all gone now. She is interested al lover again "Oh why didn't I get them?" She wonders. I look up Schipperke rescues. We find a litter in our area, we apply...then this: "Before submitting you information, you shoudl know htat having a Schipperke is like having a two year old for the rest of your life. They are highly energetic, even frantic, manic, barky little dogs that have endless energy and will chew, mouth, bite, bark at, and destroy anything in sight. Seriously, these dogs choke on rocks and die out of sheer boredom. Remember that part in the matrix where Neo is going so fast that he can see bullets going by? That's based on a Schipperke. Seriously." At least, that's how I remember the disclaimer.

Our cursor hovered, hesitated, and stopped. We knew that a Schipperke was not the best dog for us. FINALLY Jenny cracked open the ol' Puppies for Dummies book and had a good-long read. All the recomended dogs sounded crappy. Great.

We then begain looking at the petfinder website....We scanned for rescure dogs of our favorite breeds. Sadly every time we saw someone we liked they all said the same death-qualification: Must have fenced yard. We are and were apartment dwellers.

I aksed around, and that turned out to be our path to salvation. One night I was pretty drunk. I saw a neighbor firend of mine walking by outside and stepped out onto the porch for a smoke.

"hey buddy."
"hi."
"Know anyone who's trying to get rid of a dog? We're looking for a puppy..."

Those fated words.

"Uh...Are you serious?" he asked, his face marked with incredulity I hadn't before encoutnered.

"Yeah, everyone expects a yard...we can't seem to rescue anything, even the pound turned us down for being apartment dwellers."
"Bulls**t." he spat some tobacco onto the sidewalk...O.k, he didn't, but he should have. It would have been really fitting given his tone.

"This lady-firend of mine is a breeder and she breeds Yorkshire Terriers. she has this one that she can't sell. Yeah, she can't sell his littermates as long as people see him around. She wants to give him away but nobody will take him. Are you serious about this?"

I had no idea what a Yorkshire Terrier was. I stuck my head inside...

"Hey Jenny, this guy says he has a Yorkshire Pudding or something, or a firend of his, *hic* or something...Sounds like a dog."

"Oh, those are great!" She tells me.

I look back to this salt-o'-the-earth type guy offering me a Yorkie pup. "Yeah man, she's hyped. What do we do?"

"What are you doing Monday?" he asks me. It's currently Tuesday, and the 20-something life has me in it's thralls. Monday is quite distant from my perspective.

"Nothing at all! Why?"

"You can meet the breeder then. she's coming over to my place and I can have her stop over and see if you are right for the dog..."

Sounds great!
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On Sunday night, I remind my dear life-partner / wife / girlfirend-thing, that we shall have company tommorow. She reminds me of the name of the breed we were considering and we look up images online.

:Oh dear god...:

"Um...they sure are..."

"Gay" I finish.

"yeah...uh..." She agrees.

"Looks like a lot of grooming work."

"Uh..I have never heard of a 6 pound dog. I want somethign I can fly with, but I also want him to be able to go hiking."

"These don't look like hiking dogs."

"why do they all have bows?"

"Gay." I remind her. It's my inside joke to be politically insensitive. In fact, I'm a flaming liberal with some odd-ball sexual experiences of my own to classify. No matter. These dogs are effite and prim. The exact opposite of my metalica and Megadeth life-style. But it's HER gift. so after a laborious series of hours she makes her call.

"We wil say no."

"You don't want to meet the breeder?" I ply her.

"Well, if she really impresses me, we *might* go see the dog...but Hamoth, seriously...Look at them."

I laugh and say "I know...I know..."

The following day, I am working from my office which faces the apartment walk-way. I see an attractive blonde woman pass my window with a red dog-carrier. I have a suspicious feeling that I have seen my dog for the first time. I shake it off, remembering the images I saw online that had so frightened me. Besides, we were jsut supposed to meet the breeder, right?

Still, I know my intuition enough to know a TRUE ping of connection. I stand and go to Jenny.

"You remember that today we meet that breeder lady, right?"
"That's today?"
"Uh...yeah...We talked about his last night..."
"I know!"
"O.k...Well, she's here. And I think she brought the dog with her."
"But he didn't say anythign about the dog! We were just supposed to meet the breeder!"
"yeah well, I saw a lady with a pet-carrier. I think it's the dog."
"We're going to say no..." She said. I don't think either of us were convinced at this point. I have never asked her, but I think she knew it then too.

A few hours later, the door bell rang. Ah...the doorbell, alone, silent, pure...no special anxiety, no stress or drama, just a doorbell without significance. Someone was there, that was all. It was the last time I would hear it so.

I looked through the eye-hole.

"She brought the dog, it's the lady I mentioned..." I told Jenny.
"no she didn't!" she exclaimed.
I laughed and opened the door. I wanted to see this dog. I was drawn more and more. Frankly I was getting exited abotu the idea of little puppy-pads on my carpet. Maybe the carpet wastoo clean...I craved the animal soil...the wild eyes to see me as I am...I needed to see this dog.

I don't remember the greetings.
I don't recall the lady's name. She said some stuff. She had a red pet carrier in her hands. While she made nonsence sounds, it lowered to the floor. Jenny and she were discussing things. Grown-up things. My childish mind was focussed on the sound of that zipper.

:Oh dear god...:

It was a terrible, pittyful looking thing. Baleful brown eyes looked with utter suspicioun and apprehension at what was outside the red box. It wasn't this little guy's first time doing this. I knew that as he bumbled out, little over-sized paws cautiously feeling the texture of the carpet...Little browsn eyes avoiding mine. Avoiding Jennys'. Avoiding his breeder's. His eyes were not where he was. He had the vacant impossible far-off gaze of a blind man. But his little nose, it was rooting, and snooting, and pointing this-way and that. It showed his focus...It turned from this one to that one. It pointed and wiggled. I saw the same motions in his pittyful sawed off tail. So muted, so behaved and at the same time wild and barely contained.

He fully tumbled forth. There in the living room stood a puppy--A black and Tan Yorkie Puppy.

"We call him Rocky". The breeder said. Suddenly I was ableto tear my gaze away from this little thing...I looked at her...My eyes betrayed my thoughts..."But you can rename him of course...".

Of course. Rocky! Indeed! Hmph! Anyone could see his name as clear as day. But that was beside the point. The poor little fella was scared.

"Oooooohhhhh." Jenny observed as he bumbled off toward our kitchen. I knew, even then on that first day. Somehow he had picked me. I never wanted a puppy. Damnit, this was Jenny's dog, not mine.

"He wants water." I had to tell the humans who couldn't understand him. I knew that they didn't smell his thrist, didn't see his dry-edged tounge for those lightening fast flicks across the nose. They coudln't smell the dry on his puppy breath or hear the flutter in his damn puppy heart. I think this is when he knew.

The breeder provided us with dishes that he knew. She gave us the toy he had been assigned at birth. There was some talk as to ages, trimming, grooming, never use a collar, he was in a four foot run or something like that, large litter, born the runt but out-grew them all. In fact, he excelled too much. He was a fighter, naturally wild. Duh (just read his mind like I can, and you can see that, really!). A wolfish Yorkie is an emberasment, but I didn't know this at the time. Poor Chewy in his run, looking back I see the tale too well. He knew hte word "No"...but he knew it was a human word. He knew he was hte smallest and that made him MEAN. He competed for every little drop of bottle-fed milk. He worked his ass off to be the cutest, the most capable the most manipulative, the best. HE grew. When the others stopped, he continued, he'd take their toys, fight them, to the death if need be. He's take their treats and grow. HE was NOT born to be the runt. He was born to run the plains and hunt little squirmy sqeaky things that tasted like rust and fish-bones.


HE didn't look a damn-thing like the yorkies I saw online. No bows. No prim fancy-cut. He didn't sit-pretty among stuffed animals and over-fluffed comforters. I heard the word in the backgorund as I lay on the floor making play-paws at this little stranger: "Throwback."

"How much?" I asked. I could tell by Jenny's heart-shaped eyes that she was taken.

"Huh?" Aksed the breeder.

"How much for him?"

"Jim didn't tell you?" Jm being my neighbor who clearly set this up.

"Uh-no..."
"He's free. I just have to part with Rocky here. His littermates are worth a few thousand a piece but I can't sell them if they see him." Bah, his name isn't Rocky.

"Free?"

"Yeah..."

"What's wrong with him?" I pressed again. What was so bad about this? It looked a HELL OF A LOT better than the pics I had seen online! I was all ready to say "NO." Till this thing crawled out of a red bag and into my life.

"He's too big. He has a delicate soft trachea and can't wear a collar." Too big? Who friggin' cares? too big in a breed like the YT, is like saying "Yuk! he's normal!". Harness, she said at some point. Get him a harness. No biggie. I'd seen lots of dogs in the area on harnesses. The upstairs dog had one. So we had the pluss and hte minus. What would it be?

I looked at Jenny. I knew. Of course I knew. I had known all along. Chewy needed some food. did this lady bring food? Chewy told me that she did. Chewy old me that he wanted the green-thing. The squeeeky.

"It's your decision. It's your dog." I lied to Jenny. Then I ignored the details as papers were signed, a small transfer fee of 15$ traded hands. The green-thing entered me and Chewy's domain and our first play began.

We would play for a very long time.
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Hammoth, really enjoyed reading your story of how you got chewy,I really believe in a lot of cases they chose us.As I read your story prudence my yorkie nearly 7 months is on my lap sleeping like a baby.I hope you get as much joy from chewy as I get from my dogs.
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The joy we share is beyond description. If raising a difficult Yorkie is like raising a child, so is the love like that for a child.
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Personally for me raising children is the hardest job on earth for me.I have 3 children son 22 left home but 2 teenage daughters still at home teenagers are Difficult.Well complicated is a better word but I do love my kids just find being a parent difficult.I think the worry is hard for me because Im a worrier by nature,and one of my daughters is learning to drive hence the worry.
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As you may have read in my post, Chewy is as close to a child as ever I shall come.
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I loved reading your story!!!! You should be a writer I really got into it and hated to see it end! My husband doesn't have any bio children either and he treats our yorkies like his little babies that he'll likely never have. I think it's so sweet that you look at Chewy like that
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"Should be a writer"? Damn, you ARE a writer. I normally HATE reading long posts, and I purposefully bypassed yours until I had a chance to sit back and relax. I figured I'd read a little, hit reply and say "Thanks for sharing." But I laughed and smiled and, in the end, was touched. (Just so you know, I laughed out loud over the tobacco and zipper lines.)

Bottom line is that you made the same connection with a Yorkshire Terrier that everybody on this site shares. That's why I keep coming back. These people understand me. And you.

Thanks for sharing.
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What a good story, and from a MAN,,even better! ( sorry I didnt even know you were a man,until now..sorry)
Bailey is my ONLY child, also,,and thats fine with me.
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Hamoth, you've got style, man. There is texture, odor, and color in your words. I was right there with you, my friend.

Please be sure to write more stories we can read on your adventures with Chewy. And I hope you are keeping copies of these for the book about Chewy you can put together someday!

Enjoy your little buddy!
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What a great story!! I loved reading it!
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I like the throwbacks. Chewy is a great child. You are a great Dad.
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Hamoth, what a great read!!! I really enjoyed reading the detailed version of how you came to have Chewy. They do choose us, that's for sure... I did laugh in regards to how you ended up being the one to want a dog. Somethings are just meant to be...
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I loved your story. Very heartfelt & touching.
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A yorkie novelette, I suppose! It was wonderful of you to share with us how Chewy came into your life. And I'm really glad for Chewy that he found you!
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