The wild or zany crazy things Yorkies do. Fun thread

[gemy]

Ok. I'll start out. My boy Razzle has a certain affinity for Rats Birds Or mice.

TG. I didn't see this but hubby got to clean up the mess. Apparently Razzle killed another Rat. He really did a number on it. It was eviscerated. Oh Yuck.

No wonder I don't allow my dogs to lick my face!!

Share your own stories with us I'll certainly will enjoy the read.

[matese]

Thankfully Cody has not blessed me with dead animals.



My 3 now passed girls were terrors, we went camping every weekend from May 1st to Oct.31 every year for 22 years. My middle girl Kajon was a bird chaser, always going after them.
It was early May, not many campers at the campground, Kia and Kajon could be off leash, they were pretty good at staying close. This one Saturday at our 7AM walk, Kajon takes off like a bat outta hell. I run after her, her face was covered in down feathers, no birds in sight but a lot of wild insane chirping in the trees above us. I had to assume she spotted birds at the base of the tree and took off after them, there are birds that will nest on the ground and there was an empty nest at this tree, Kajon must have snatched a baby bird, she must have been shocked that she actually caught what she chased for years and dropped it no sooner then it was in her mouth. The dazed look on her down covered face was priceless lol.
Both my pups were mighty hunters, but sweet, well socialized with all kinds of animals including my nieces ferret that Kajon would play peek-A-boo with on the bed behind bed pillows. I don’t believe if they caught anything, they would kill it.

[ladyjane]

I could go on for days. Cookie was infamous when it came to snakes (big ones, too ) , rats and she always tried for the opossums but they were able to avoid her.
Now I have a foster and my Hannah who are on the hunt every day for lizards and rats. I have a huge area behind my home and there are rats and snakes and hawks always trying to snag a meal.
Oh, and the squirrels....omg they come around just to torment. Thankfully they stay up high.
One of my previous fosters used to kill the toads.....no matter how many times he got that nasty taste in his mouth it didn't matter. They were his....OH, and the big cockroaches (Palmetto bugs AKA American cockroaches) .. he would drag them in the house.
I have stood yelling drop it SO many times I am sure my neighbors laugh to themselves.
The very worse thing though was a baby blue jay one of them nabbed last year...just made me sick.

[matese]

Talking about frogs reminded me of Matese. I, as we all have, beds all over our homes. I had one in a small hall where she could see me in the kitchen or my office. Spring time we get a lot frogs. I have a homemade doggie door that leads to the deck, Matese being a 17 LB yorkie could be safe in the yard alone. One day I'm passing the hall where her bed was and there sitting in the bed was a big frog, I'm standing saying how the heck did that frog get from the door to this bed without me seeing it. I take it out and set it loose in the woods behind my house. Later that day Matese is flipping the bed all over, digging in it, smelling it. It was Matese who bought that frog in and stashed it in her bed lol.

Another sweet girl socialized with all types of animals, she would never hurt or kill. If I had known it was her catch I would have blocked it in the kitchen to see what Matese would do with it.

[gemy]

Thanks for the chuckles.

[Lovetodream88]

Ollie has killed 3 mice in our house and never any blood just broke their neck very quickly and quietly. First time he had it in his mouth with just the tail hanging out which was gross and on the way to the kitchen to put him on the counter to reach in and get it the mouse fell out so Penny ran to it and licked it and shook her head like it was the worse thing ever and left it thankfully. Other times he handed them over pretty easily and now he lets us know if there is one in the house. He also has killed 2 rabbits. One again breaking it's neck no blood or anything. The second one was when Callie was down toward the end and I know he killed it not her due to her not being able to keep up but she brought it in side (doggy door) she was carrying it around and I was talking to her asking her if she had a toy and as I got closer I noticed it was dripping something and got closer and it was not a toy so screamed for my mother and she dropped it in the middle of the carpeted living room. There were drips of blood everywhere. When we first moved here we found a dead rabbit in the back yard and I just had Callie at the time so pretty sure she killed it. They all like to chase toads and the toads are not poisonous but it gives them a bad taste in their mouths and makes them foam but they keep doing it. Ollie and Dixie also like to find grubs and bring them in and they are just yuckie. As a young adult Callie killed frogs and brought them inside like a million times. One night she was taking a long time doing her before bed potty because she had a dead baby black snake in her mouth no idea if she killed it or not. Ollie by far though has the hunting gene extremely strong in him more then any of them and he is the fastest. Joey will chase rabbits but not do anything when he gets close.

[Bluebells]

Jax has never killed or tried to kill anything (except his toys, of course). It may be because of his size (5 ish pounds) or his vision impairment. He did completely flip out the first time he saw one of our cats, but I think that’s just because he had never encountered one previously. He shows no interest in the guinea pigs, though, which are classified as rodents.

The funniest thing Jax does is his very close imitation of human speech. When he’s asking for something, or inviting someone to play, or complaining about something, I swear we can almost make out the words. It’s not barking or growling but a series of guttural sounds with varying inflections that are almost human. It’s hilarious.

[Rachael1983]

Emma plays with her food. She is free fed so there is food there throughout the day. When she goes to the bowl, she'll toss a kibble up , let it fall and pounce or chase it. Repeat until she's done snacking. Its so cute and she's most active with this in the late evening.

[Bluebells]

Originally Posted by Rachael1983

Emma plays with her food. She is free fed so there is food there throughout the day. When she goes to the bowl, she'll toss a kibble up , let it fall and pounce or chase it. Repeat until she's done snacking. Its so cute and she's most active with this in the late evening.

Jax is a great kibble hunter, too. He paws kibble out of his bowl, bats it around the room (rather like a cat) and pounces on it before eating it. He has a slow feed bowl that limits the kibble-play a little ... but only a little. He also still paws his water out of his water dish if I leave it down, which makes a huge mess, so I don’t consider that to be particularly funny.

[yavenay]

Duchess is a bulldozer or a linebacker when she is playing with the cat. When Duchess wants to play and she spots the cat, she will run full speed and knock her down with her two front paws. and then she bounces on her two hind legs trying to get the cat to play back. But don't feel sorry for the cat.......a lot of times she starts it.

It's so cute and I can never catch it on video.

[yorkietalkjilly]

Pretty sure I've shared this story before but years back, my first little Yorkie was a mere 3 lb. tiny Yorkie. He was the first Yorkie puppy I had ever seen and knowing nothing about the horrors of breeding tiny dogs, I fell for him at first sight, brought him home. He was my own personal dog, gravitated to me over others and other dogs in the family and spent every moment w/me. We were best buds and I was totally besotted with him. He loved to share his toys and involve me with them, which I found touching.

One Saturday morning I was sleeping in and saw my ltiny ittle love standing in the bedroom doorway with what seemed like a rose or flower with a stem in his mouth, holding the bloom in his mouth while the stem trailed down. I idly wondered where he'd gotten a flower but was still drousy and went back to a half-sleep. Scotty spritely jumped up onto his little stool, then onto the bed and spent some time playing with his 'rose' at the foot of the bed, then jumped down again and left it on the bedroom floor to go play with my son and his own dog toys in the den.

Later, when I got up, I could see to my horror that the "rose" was not a flower by any stretch but what looked like a half-headed mouse, a very tiny one and it was partly under the edge of the dust ruffle. I didn't have my driving glasses on so I didn't get a good look at it(thankfully!) and when I saw what I thought it was I ran screeching into the den. I'm horrified of creepy crawlies, probably a full-fledged phobic. My sweet teenage son took cares of the "problem" for me as he hadn't seen what Scotty had been playing with all morning and of course, being a boy, was very matter of fact about it all once he did know.

We cleaned the floors throughout the house, washed the bedclothes and bathed Scotty, brushed his teeth and for several whole days I just couldn't cuddle him or let him kiss me! Yuck! I was horrified, called the exterminator and of course we haven't ever had another mouse in all these years but my dear little Yorkie was doing his job, keeping his house safe from critters and dispatched it, which Yorkies were bred to do. Horrible as the story is, from Scotty's point of view, when he brought his 'trophy' down to my bedroom he was obviously proudly showing off his trophy prey to me and then left it for me to 'appreciate' that he'd done his job.

From then on I realized that even the tiniest Yorkies is still 100% dog, a full blown Yorkshire Terrier breed, developed /bred to hunt, catch and kill small prey, no matter how sweet, dainty and precious they might look and act otherwise .

Took me a year to get over the yuckiness of that episode and accept that if I was going to have a terrier in my home, I had to be mature enough somehow to tolerate that strong prey drive and all that that implies. What shocked me was my tiny 3 lb. fully grown Yorkie did what he did. He seemed to small to kill anything! I was strangely proud of him but always seriously inspected anything he wanted to bring to me from then on!!!!!!! And Scotty, being the sweetheart he always had been, was intuitive enough to sense my apprehension(especially those first few weeks after the 'event') and after that seemed to take extra pains to stop and show me what he had for me B4 just jumping up on the couch or bed and sense my relief each time that I saw it was merely a toy or stick or whatever before coming to me with it. He'd come excitedly racing to me with his find, slide to a stop, look at me with his head cocked to one side in a questioning look as it to ask for permission to come ahead, sense a lack of recoil and come ahead! This was nothing I wittingly taught him but appreciated more than you can ever know!!!

I guess that's just one of the reasons I adore this breed so much - their ability to analyze us so effortlessly and learn on the job so to speak. They just kind of mold themselves to your sensibilities with what seems total lack of effort.

[gemy]

Wow Jeanie I've never heard it expressed so well about the Yorkshire Terrier breed. Thanks so much for such a well thought and crafted missive!

I'm tipping my hat to you!

[yorkietalkjilly]

Aw, thanks, Gail. All Yorkie moms/dads one day come to know that truth if they live with a Yorkie long enough as they are full-blown terriers as determined to do what they were bredto do even after all these generations of not being bred for prey-drive. Amazing how that trait it still so strong in this precious little breed!
Horrors, re-reading my post I saw my misspells, typos and misuse of "to" instead of "too small to kill anything" phrase. It's been a long day but no excuses for using a preposition instead of an adverb there but I guess I've seen "to" misused for "too" so much I've fallen into the habit myself!

[yorkietalkjilly]

Just remembered how terriers, once they have successfully EVER made a hunt, catch, kill are then seemingly FOREVER seeking another prey trophy. Scotty would drive me to distraction sniffing along the den & kitchen baseboards, trying to get under hutches, TV stands, couches and things he couldn't possibly hope to even his ultra tiny body under, ever searching for another mouse. Sets your teeth on edge and raises the hair on the back of your neck to see them continually searching searching searching for what you know for certain they are searching for, so hopeful are they of another successful kill! Sigh, such is the life of a terrier mommy!!!

[Lisa and Pic]

I love all the stories.

My Jazzy likes to chase squirrels out of the yard and bark at other dogs. But her fun trick she made up is for me to throw a toothbrush into our shower. Then she gets it and hides somewhere for me to find. Then we do it over again, etc. You can't make these things up. Ha.