Keeping up with Caesar

Here I am again.  I am not nearly as interesting as Stevie is, nevertheless, I do have my story too.  I really like it in this house.  Phyllis is nice to all of us and I like her even though she makes me wear a band around my belly because I have not stopped lifting my leg in the house.  I love to go for walks and my best thing to do is ask Phyllis to pick me up on the couch.  Then I walk behind her, lay on my back and rub myself all over her.  Then I come around and put my head under her arm so she will scratch me.  I have lots of energy so I go outside to walk a lot.  Nobody would ever guess I may be eight years old or even a year or two older!  I try to get Phyllis to do what I want by barking at her but it doesn't work.  I just get a spray of water in my face and nothing happens to her.  Don't like the water bottle.  I am starting to understand why she uses it.

Today Phyllis tried to play with a squeaky toy with me but I got really scared.  Why does she think it's okay to throw toys at me.  Okay, they are soft and she doesn't really hit me with them but they land very close to me.  How many times do I have to run away before she decides it's enough alread!  I don'tt remember how I grew up but it wasn't with anything that squeaks.  I do like to chew a bully stick and eat dry food when I feel like it.  Phyllis isn't sure if I will be able to eat dry food after the rest of my rotten teeth are taken out on January 3rd.  I am going to ask nicely if Phyllis will let me have a turn on her lap now.  Elvis is there, before that Stevie was there.  She is very multi talented.  She can hold one dog, pat one with the elbow on that arm and knit a row of whatever in between.  And sometimes she stops knitting and reads and pats.  That's easier than knitting and patting because she has a machine that turns the pages with just one finger. She told us it was her Kindle.  Like, "okay guys, take a nap, I am going to read my Kindle."  Like that.  Sometimes I want to eat and she is playing games on her phone and I need to bark a little to get her attention if it's after 5.  But she's okay in my Kindle!  See ya later

Whenever Phyllis goes out I bark and bark.  I get away with it beecause she won't open the door and spray me..........I sleep right next to her every night and don't wake up until she does in the morning. All in all this is a nice enough place to live but I would rather have my own person that I don't have to share.  I am keeping my paws crossed that someone will want to adopt me before too long.  Until then I will give you updates if anything int4resting happens

Another update from Stevie

Hi all!  I have so much to tell.  First of all, I am in love!  Yup it's true.  It took awhile but now I know that I love........Phyllis.  It feels so good when she pats me now that I let her.  She loves to put my face between her hands and rub my face. I love that too.  Every day I get closer and closer to her.  I jumped up on her bed two mornings ago.  She was very surprised to see me there.  I am also walking more and more every day.  Still keeping the grass and sidewalks clean!  I take a long walk, come in the house and just want to take a little nap, so I just relieve myself wherever I am and find a bed to lay on or walk to Phyllis and let her pick me up.  She took a picture of me just laying on her lap so nice and peaceful.
We got a report from the eye doctor and this is what they say about me.  The possible causes fo my blindness include central nervous system issues such as genetic defect, infection early in my life like distemper, or trauma or maybe even SARD's which means .Sudden Acquired Retinal Degeneration which happens to about 4000 dogs a year.  We just all of a sudden go blind.  So no matter what tests I take I will never see again.  The good side is I am not in a war torn country with a lot of bombing going on!  At least I am safe and fed and like Phyllis.  I can also tell you that I have no idea what those squeaky things I hear right before one of the dogs run to it.  Phyllis keeps saying toy but I don't think I have ever had one of those and sometimes she tries to give me bones to chew but I have no idea what to do with them.  Today I went on the grass by myself for the first time and smelled a tree.  I heard Phyllis tell me to go ahead and smell the roses and while I was at it I could squat if I wanted to. Don't get your hopes up.  I just walked on the grass and smelled a tree....that's it! And that's the next good thing about being a blind boy.  We learn from watching and since I can't see I never learned to lift my leg, whatever that means.  I just heard Phyllis talking about it.  And she was probably talking to herself!

Caesar's Story

My name is Caesar, I am about 8 years old and weigh a little over 5 pounds.  I am very skinny and hardly have teeth and this is what I remember:  I was lost in someone's backyard in the upper part of the State of Florida.  Someone found me there in the yard and brought me to animal control.  I was going to be PTS (put to sleep).  Phyllis got an alert that went to all United Yorkie Rescue Members with my picture.  The caption said pretty much that if nobody took me they would eutnaize me the following Tuesday.  When Phyllis saw the picture she wrote back and said if nobody had room for me she would take me if I could get to her.  Next thing I knew I was transported to another shelter where I was picked up by a person who would be fostering me for a day or two until I could get here.  Now it was Thursday and I was safe.  On Saturday, December 17th a man with a plane picked me up somewhere near Gainsville or The Villages and flew me to Lantana Airport in Florida where I was picked up by a very nice lady and taken to her house to wait for Phyllis to finish work and pick me up.  So I had a very busy few days but thanks to Phyllis and the pilot and all my friends at United Yorkie Rescue I was saved.  Then I slept.  Now I have been with Phyllis for one week and I like it here.  I am not neutered and love to lift my leg and mark my territory.  Sooooooooo, now I wear a band around my belly that covers my private parts and when I lift my leg, if I miss the wee wee pad, I only wet myself and not the chairs, tables, walls, and anything else I want to make mine.  I scared Stevie when I got here because he didn't know me.  Boy did he scream when he walked into me!  Now we all tolerate each other.  I love Phyllis.  I want her to hold me, hug me, tickle me and love me every minute of the day.  Pretty soon  I will have an operation on my private parts and then I may not mark so much.  Did I tell you how cute I am?  I am very cute with a little face.  I itch a lot and think so many fleas bit me that it gave me a rash all over.  Phyllis bathes me in special stuff and I stand like a soldier.  I love to walk on my leash and eat my food and do my business outside. 
Today, after one week, Elvis and I played together.  That is a big thing if you ask Phyllis.  No big deal to me.  I don't like to be left alone and she does that.  I cry for at least 4 minutes.  I need to go now so I can wait for Santa.  Merry Christmas for those of you who are celebrating that holiday tomorrow.  I got my Christmas present a week ago when I got to come here. 

An Update from Stevie

 Iwant to wish all of you that read this blog a Very Happy and Healthy Holiday and a Very Healthy and Happy New Year.  I have good news, more good news and some bad news.  Let's just get the bad news out of the way because it is much shorter than the good news for a change!  The bad news is that the eye doctor says I am 99% blind and more tests may tell why, but not cure.  Phyllis warned them I would need a muzzle and she was right.  If you can't see, most things are pretty scary.  For me at least. 
Now, on to the good news:  The most important good news makes Phyllis very very happy even though it may not happen again for a long time, but tonight at 7:45 I went for a walk with Elvis and our new fur foster Caesar.  On the way home, I stopped, squatted, and peed right on the sidewalk.  You should have heard Phyllis.  I was almost embarassed.  She got so excited you would have thought she was going to get a treat.  I get excited after I eat and jump up on her for a treat.  That makes her happy too, but nothing like a little pee on the sidewalk.  The other good news is that I let her pick me up a lot, lay on my back to get my belly rubbed and when she wakes up from sleeping or comes into the house from being away, I actually get excited.  I try to wag my tail but it is stiff from non-use.  Maybe soon.  (I hope Phyllis is not too excited over what I did outside because it could be a long time before I do it again and she is sometimes too much of an optimist).  I like her though because she pats me and gives me good food and doesn't yell at me when I go in the house.
p.s.  I wonder if I will ever get adopted by anyone now that we know I will never see!  I wonder if there is anyone in this world that wants to take care of a blind dog for maybe another 10 years!  I wonder what will become of me!   Actually, I am a dog, and don't wonder at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stevie after 2 weeks with my foster mom

Just a short note about how I am here after two weeks.  Phyllis thinks that I have done well but have advanced about as much as a seeing dog would if he had been here 3 days.  I am still very frightened if touched the wrong way but I don't fear bite.  I can screach in fear if one of he dogs runs by too close while chasing a toy.  I go out every day at least 5 to 9 times.  Sometimes I go with the other two (soon to be 4) dogs in the house and sometimes Phyllis takes me by myself   If just the two of us go out I use her as my seeing eye person and just stay right by her legs and walk as far as she wants us to.  If he other dogs are with us I am a little more hesitant as they cross in front of me or pull Phyllis in another direction (or try to) and that scares me a little.  But I can only hope that slowly I will be less afraid and learn how to do my business out there.  I am only at the smelling the grass stage and will probably milk that as long as I can!

Stevie is getting braver

I had a haircut on Tuesday. The groomer put a harnesss on me and now I don't scream when a leash goes on. I would never think to get the outside dirty so I always wait until I come back in to pee or poop.  On Wednesday a lady came to clean Phyllis's apartment.  As soon as the floor in the kitchen was sparkling clean, I walked into it and pood right in the middle of the floor.  Phyllis just laughed and said that everyone, even dogs, like a nice clean toilet to use!  On Thursday Phyllis got a package in the mail.  She came home very happy and told me that someone from UYR sent her some Belly Bands for me.  I had no idea what a belly band was onntil she picked me up and put me on the table and wrapped this thing around my lower belly covering me all around so if I pee it will go in that thing instead of on the floor.  Then Phyllis went out.  I didn't have the belly band on when she came home.  I don't like it and so I wriggled out of it.  Not good enough for Phyllis.  She  put another one on me today and when she came home she noticed right away that I had found a way out of it.  Best part of this story for me is that I hid it and she kept walking around the apartment saying things like we only live in 900 square feet so how could she not find my belly band.  Finally she looked under the bed and found it but it took over an hour of mumbling to herself and looking everywhere, I hid it under the bed!

Stevie got a haircut

Today started off very scary for me.  After breakfast Phyllis picked me up and put me in the car with her.  I just lay there like a statue hoping this wasn't really happening to me.  She was very happy telling me I was going to be a handsome boy and getting a haircut.  I never got one of those before and didn't know what she was talking about.  The car stopped.....She picked me up.....Carried me into the groomer.... Put me on the floor where I froze as I could feel the leash.  The groomer, Brett, who is a very nice guy sat on the floor with me so I would get used to him.  He picked me up and when he went to take my leash and collar off I tried to bite him.  I know it's wrong  but how else am I supposed to tell people who do not understand dogspeak what is happening with me.  Phyllis left me there at 9:30 and when she picked me up at 12:30 I was just as handsome as she said I would be.  The best part of the whole thing was that I got a harness even though it took two people to put it on me, but I never tried to bite.  I don't mind walking on my leash with the harness and Phyllis has taken me out 3 times since we hgot home.  The first time I pretty much didn't want to move, but I did because it was different than the mean old collar.  The second time I went a little longer.  I walk slowly because I am so scared my tail wraps around one of my back legs and keeps me from walking too fast.  The third time it was dark out, Phyllis told me because I can't see anything.  I only tripped on the curb once and walked for a whole half of a block.  Slowly with Phyllis patting me every step.  Life today is good!

Catching up with Steven days 7 to 11 continued

Here I am.  So everything is going smoothly all in all except for one thing, or maybe two.  First of all, for some reasons I cannot speak to her about (she doesn't understand when I scream and have a tantrum) is when she wants me to walk on a leash.  As soon as I feel her hands going towards my collar after she picks me up I freak out to the extreme!!!  I scream, I roll over, I try to jump out of her arms.  But she doesn't let up.  So since day 7, every day we wrestle over putting the leash on.  I bit her once lightly, but she didn't like it and all of a sudden I felt her two fingers in my neck telling me to cut it out (body language remember) and got the leash on my collar once more.  Then she opens the door and if I have not already jumped out of her arms, she puts me down.  I try to tell her by freezing and refusing to move, that I don't want to do this.  She doesn't understand, or she doesn't care.  Today, the day after I bit her she used a different kind of leash.  This one was like a lasso and as she tried to slip it on over my head .  I fought as hard as I could but she did it and I screamed and squirmed and rolled over and over.  Its only for five minutes, but it seems like forever for me.  She is taking me for a bath and haircut and odds are she will take me home the way she brings me there if I have anything to say about it.  I am a nice dog and we like each other very much.  She is a good human, but I just don't understand why she keeps trying to have me do what I don't want to do.  She says she is trying to make me a happy, healthy, and housebroken dog so I can find a forever family and she can foster another thrown away dog.  I know I can do my part but not yet.  I am still very scared of all these changes in my life.  She said she is getting belly bands to put on me so I won't wet the floor!  I'm not sure she can get them on me.  Whatever belly bands are they might scare me too.  Keep your fingers crossed for Phyllis and me.  We have very big challenges every day and need all the luck we can get.  Thank you and I'll be back soon.

A shout out to Phyllis's old friend Natalie -  If you are reading this Happy Birthday a couple of days early. 

Catching up with Stevie = Days 7, to Today, Day 11

Its hard to describe what my days and nights have been like since I came to Phyllis to be fostered until someone wants to adopt me, which could be a long time! 

First the good things, which are, in no particular order:  I have come to like Phyllis most of the time.  I am well fed here and have lots of freedom to roam around the house even though I am not housebroken.  I know this sounds strange coming from a dog, but humans must understand that even though we can't speak your language, we pretty much know what you are saying all the time.  We pick up language from humans very easily whether its verbal language, or body language.  Unfortunately, people are not qjuite as up to snuff in that department and onlly know certain commands, or requests from us.  So when I talk kabout housebroken, leashes, food, it's because I understand English although I can't speak  it.

So, to continue.  I am well fed, have nice places to sleep, like Phyllis,  love to get affection from her if something else doesn't scare me and if I jump up on the couch, which I started two days ago, Phyllis gets so excited  it sometimes scares me.  I have had several run ins with Elvis and Cookie, Phyllis's own dogs.  It's because I can't see them and sometimes wake them up by walking into their beds.  When that happens I just run and hide under the bed for an hour or so and then I come out and try again.  I have to go because I am running out of room on this page.  .................Be right back

Stevie Day 6

Stevie here, back to tell you how the last week has gone.  Not too much has changed, but some.  I have finally found out that my foster mom Phyllis is ok.  She is very patient with me and is still on her hands and knees but sometimes it is to try to get me to come to her.  I am actually starting to like her because she doesn't try to make me do anything that scares me.  On days 3, 4, 5 and today my big lessons are to let Phyllis pick me up without screaming.  She thought I was growling at her but now she knows I am shrieking with fear.  I do like her to pick me and this morning when we woke up I jumped up and asked her to.  This afternoon I  sat on the couch next to her for a few minutes. This seemed to make her happy so I rolled over and let her scratch my belly!  She loved it probably more than I did but I try to do my part too.  Every time I think, ok she isn't going to ask me to do anything else, something new comes along.   While I was on my back letting her scratch me she took a scissors to try to take some of the mats off of me.  Wrong move.  I shrieked and ran away.  I will forgive her and go back to her soon but I didn't like it at all.

And another thing.  This morning while we were on the patio she put something on my collar that she said was a leash.  I froze.  At least I didn't throw myself around like a bucking bronco but for the ten minutes she left that thing on my collar I stayed as still as a statue.  I suppose she will do it again tomorrow.  It's not easy being me!!!  More of my story another time.  I need a nap now.  thanks for reading and you can see me at Unitedyorkierescue.org if you want to take a look.

Stevie Day 2

Friday night Phyllis slept in the Den on a futon so she would be low enough to pat me if I tried to find her.  It was nice to know she was close and I fell asleep in a dog bed near the futon.  When I got up this morning more good food,  pacing, Phyllis is still on her hands and knees, but I am finding that I like when she calls me to pat me and I have started following her around  .I think she thought I wasn't scared anymore so she tried to pick me up.  I made sure she knew I didn't like that.  I wiggled till she put me down.  I don't remember the last time anyone held me and I am not sure whether I like it or not.  Pat me, ok, but don't pick me up.  It gets worse.  In the afternoon she sawme sleeping in a dog bed so she thought I must be so much more comfortable, and I am, but..................that doesn't mean put a leash on my collar.  I felt that thing dragging  me and took a mini fit.  I cried and rubbed against the wall and generally freaked out until she took it off.  As today wore on I have been feeeling better and when Phyllis decided to pick me up this afternoon she used a soft blanket and I liked it and didn't try to geet away.  Tonight, just now, while she is typing for me, I went up to her and put my paws up and let her pick me up and I sat in her lap.  I like it!  She feels nervous to me.  I have been known to bite if I am scared but I am really trying not to let that happen.  Things seem to be getting better a little at a time.  I wonder what Sunday will bring.  More hands and knees, more holding, less pacing maybe.  Bella goes home on Monday so I am hoping Phyllis will spend more time trying to make me feel at home here because I really think I like this place.  If I just could stop being scared.  I know I need to be groomed, I need a check up I need to be neutered, whatever these things mean, but I heard Phyllis say she won't let anyone do anything until I feel less afraid.  If she could get me out on a leash and I learn to go to the bathroom out there I think all her dreams would come true and her legs wouldn't hurt so much.  From the looks of her wrinkles, I don't think she is very young and so cleaning the floor must hurt her legs and back.  I'll let you know what tomorrow brings.............tomorrow

Stevie Day 1

ay.i, Stevie here.  I am back.  So I walked all night Thursday night and most of Friday.  I did smell food Thursday night and found it and ate it.  I couldn't find the water and it was right there in front of me!  I ate again Friday morning and then continued to try to figure out where I am.  Phyllis makes a funny noise that makes me go near her and I did let her touch my head for a second but it scared me to I ran away again.  I also notice that Phyllis is on her hands and knees a lot.  I can tell because of where the sound comes from.  She is telling me something.  I can tell you what she says, but I don't know what she is talking about.  English is not my language yet.  She keeps saying I would go on a leash so she could take me outside to do something!  Pee! Poop!  I have no idea what she is talking about but whenever she does go down on her hands and knees I hear things spray and towels wiping.  I have no idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today, Friday, Phyllis has called me to pat me and I have let her every time.  Sometimes I want to go near her but I can't find her so I start to turn in curcles until she knows what I want and makes that funny noise.  I am still petrified but Phyllis is pretty much leaving me alone.  She did make a mistake tho.  There was a door to outside and she opened it to sit and have her coffee.  I like the breeze and weny there.  When she came in she shut the door and went I wanted to go out there again I walked into the door!  So today I taught her something.  I am blind.  Don't change a thing and if you need to close the door put something very soft there for me to walk into.  Geez.  I know she's trying but really!!!!  More to tell for Saturday.  Still pretty petrified but the food here is good and no dogs bother me and nobody makes me go outside

Stevie's story

I'll tell you what I know about Stevie and then let him keep you informed of his life as it is happening. I was asked by the URY coordinator with Miami Dade Animal Control if I would take a new foster.  After Marley left I had Delia, Chewy and Kosmo who were here for very short times each and have been adopted by wonderful people.  So, when I was asked to take a dog that was coming out of the shelter so it would not be euthanized I was ready.  Kosmo left Wednesday for his new home and Thursday the 1st of December I met Jenn, the liason person, and lots more for UYR, to pick this little 4 year old boy from her.  It was only the day before that I found out he was a stray and that she thought he has sight problems.  By Thursday she was pretty sure he was totally blind.  I also knew that he was a very scared dog.  She brought him over to me and put him in the car, leash attached.  I will now let Stevie tell you what has been happening.

Hi, I listened to Phyllis and I can tell you that yes, I was a stray but I don't remember how that came to be, I am about 4 eears old and I weigh about 8 pounds but Phyllis said I should weigh at least 10 or 11.  I rode home in the car with Phyllis.  I was very nervous because I had just spent two days with a girl, Jennifer, that I liked and didn't know what was happening to me now.  I stood up on the seat the whole time I was in the car and had no idea where she was taking me or what she looks like because I can't see anything.I was petrified, and I still am.  The car stopped and Phyllis took my leash and led me out of the car.  Boy oh boy was I scared.  I have never had a leash on my neck and she was trying to make me go with her.  No way!  I lay on that ground and started rolling and rolling around and screaming hoping I could get loose and just run.  Phyllis almost freaked out too.  I could tell because she kept saying funny things like O God O God.  It didn't help and finally she got me into the house.  Dogs were barking when I came in but they saw how scared I was and they just ran away.  I couldn't wait for her to take that thing off my collar.  I start walking anyplace I can find that doesn't have a wall and it was a lot of work to figure out where I was.  From Thursday night when I got there at 7 pm until Saturday at noon, I don't think I got a wink of sleep.  I just walked and walked and mapped out the house so I would know how to get around.  I am petrified still, but I think things might get better after awhile.  I will continue my story soon.

Marley's Happy Tails

Guess what.  Yup I have a forever home.  I could just giggle I am so happy.  A lady came to visit me last Saturday.  She came back Sunday and took me to her house.  On Saturday she came to meet me with her dog JuJu whom she adopted 6 months ago from United Yorkie Rescue.  He is 6 years old.  Phyllis liked his Mom and liked him too even tho he marked the whole house and pood in it too.  She said he must be nervous.  I NEVER DO THAT and I was petrified when I came here.  Anyway this nice lady came back on Sunday without her other dog and sat with me.  I have come a long way from when I first got to Phyllis's house.  I sat on her lap and layed on my back so she could give me a belly rub.  I could tell that Phyllis was a little nervous letting me go because I was so scared when I got here.  She took me outside with a very long leash to show the lady how I drop my toy for a treat when I hear a click and how I sit down when she tells me so I can hear the click and get a treat.  Then we went back in the house.  The lady put a leash on me and picked me up because I wasn't sure I wanted to leave without Phyllis.  I was so nervous that I threw up on the lady who is now my bestest MOM forever but she didn't care. 

She had a great big yard and I ran and ran and slept in her bed and love her so much and the other dogs too.  This  is the first day of the rest of my happy happy life.  So Long Folds.  Marly has left the building!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is a new life for Delia

All day Sunday I hid in the crate.  Way in the back.  The dogs stuck their noses in to see me but I stayed very quiet.  At dinner I was so  hungry I had to overcome my fear to eat.  I did eat and then I ran in another room and found paper so I could relieve myself and ran right back into the crate.  Phyllis really didn't come too close to me just whispered into the crate every once in awhile that everything would be ok.  Sunday night when everyone went to bed I snuck out of my crate and climbed the stairs into the bed and Phyllis was so surprised she got up and brought a small bed onto her bed.  I crawled into it and slept all night.  I can't believe what I have here.  I watched the other dogs play and every time Phyllis thru a toy I got it!  It was fun.  I took every single toy into the crate.  Then she gave me a stick to chew!  I think I died and went to heaven.  Monday night I climbed those stairs and slept in the bed and this morning I was so happy that when Phyllis turned over I climbed up on her .and kissed her.  Phyllis says that proves that dogs live in the moment.  She said in another day or so I will start to forget that I spent all my 5 year life in a cage and had tons of babies that were sold right out from under me.  I had a haircut today and Phyllis told the man to leave me in a little bag she put me in because I am used to being in a small space.  I look so cute I can't stand myself!  Take a look and soon Phyllis will post a picture to facebook showing what I look like now that I have a new haircut.  I walked for the first time with a thing on me and a long thing she called a leash.  It was so much fun.  I love the fuzzy green stuff on the ground and I love smelling whatever the other dogs smell.  I think I will like it here and Phyllis says I will be a very happy girl the rest of my life.  She says I am getting spayed next week.  I don't know what that means and I hope it is not too scary.  I will let you know how I make out.

Delia leaves the garage

Hi, my name is Delia, and my picture is on Facebook.  This is my story.  I have lived all my life in a garage in a cage with lots and lots of other dogs.  My sole purpose was to have puppies for my breeder/owner.  I never left my cage except to meet the boy dog who would be my puppies daddy.  I was way up high in a cage in the garage.  There was no air conditioning in the garage, but there were fans.  The person who was using us to breed had to start getting rid of us because of family issues and United Yorkie Rescue had come many times to take dogs out of the garage where I lived.

Finally it was time for her to get rid of most of the rest of us and I was one of them.  A lady came and the breeder put 6 of us in two cages and put us in the UYR lady's car.  She snuck more of us in than the lady thought.  My foster Mom, Phyllis met the lady and after looking at all of us, and being bitten by one of the more scared dogs, took me.  She could only take one of us because she has two other fosters already, and her own dog, and her daughter's dog so that is a houseful.  The good thing is that I heard her say that Isabella has been adopted and she will be leaving us in a week or two.

Phyllis took me to her house and put me on the floor and I ran for cover as fast as I could because I had never had so much room to move in and I was scared to death.  I found a crate with no door and hid way in the back of it and hoped nobody would see me.  I am very small and weigh only 4.7 pounds so I can hide very easily.  That was Sunday afternoon.  I will tell you what happened Monday and Today in a minute.  I am out of room now

Keeping up with Marly

Marly here for a short note to just let you know that all is well here.  We have a new little yorkie..  Her name is Delia and I am just introducing her so she can tell you her story.  Her picture is on Facebook and she has only been here since Sunday.

I am doing very well here.  I have not started to be clicker trained yet because I did have a lady come and say she wanted to adopt me the very next week.  After Phyllis had all the paperwork done the lady called to say that someone had given her a little girl yorkie and that she wanted to keep her instead of adopting me.  Phyllis was disappointed that I did not get a new home but she is still happy too have me because I am a very good boy.  I love my bully sticks and Isabella, another little girl yorkie who has just been adopted and I play together all the time and that give Phyllis lots of time to do other things with her dog Elvis.  So, look for Delia.  I guess she's nice and I guess she's cute but I'm just a dog so what do I know!

MARLY'S BEHAVIORAL ISSUES

Hi, Marly here for one more short comment about me.  I am 9 months old and I think you already know that.  I was surrendered by my owner for what they called "behavioral issues".  I have been with my foster mom Phyllis for one week now and she says she knows what my "behavioral issues" are and she wants me to tell you.  My behavioral issues are.......................................I AM A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Get it?  I pee and poo on a wee wee pad whichis not an issue.  I love to chew things so Phyllis gives me lots of nylabones and bully stix, Iwant a lot of attention and she gives it to me until she doesn't want to anymore and I am learning the word ENOUGH.  It means I need to stop asking her for attention.  I eat fast and sometimes not so neatly because I AM A PUPPY.  I am a pure bred terrier and do terrier things like keeping my nose to the ground and wanting to chase squirrels.  I like to run around the house a lot.  I never eat Phyllis's stuff.  I don't touch her yarn, eat her shoes, steal her laundry.  I just do puppy stuff because I AM A PUPPY.  If any of you reading this don't like what I do, adopt an older dog.  Phyllis has had puppies and middle aged dogs and old dogs.  She loves them all.  And remember, don't buy one of us in a pet shop.  Adopt a pet so one day there will be no more homeless pets or pets that need to be put to sleep because there are too many of us without homes.  Some of us are given up because we are too small to have puppies people can sell and some of us are given up because we have had too many puppies and breeders have taken all the life out of us.  Some of us are given up because we are hurt or sick and our people can't or dont want to pay for us to get well.  So the next time you want a pet go to a shelter and get one of us.  We will love you forever and never ask any more of you but to love us.  Thank you ladies and gentlemen and goodnight.

Marly got a Haircut

 Hi everyone, Marly here to tell you all about my haircut last Tuesday, September 18th, 2011.  My biggest comment is this:  HATED IT!!!!  HATED IT!!!  Get the message.  Phyllis took me to a great doggie barber shop in Boynton Beach called Pet Spot.  It's in the Village Shopping Center on Boynton Beach Blvd just east of Congress.  They do a great job and because I am a rescue they charge UYR less money for my haircut because my Foster Mom pays for it.

Anyway, she brought me in and this nice man took me and put me down on the floor and not in a case because Phyllis told him I was a scared dog who just got to her.  He was very nice but I hid in the first corner I could find.  And then..............Phyllis left!!!!!  I couldn't believe that someone was leaving me again.  Brett kept telling me that Phyllis would come back and get me but I was too scared to listen.  After he caught me he gave me a bath.  Then they put me in a big cage with something attached that blew and blew all over me.  What a noise.  More scared then ever.  Who cares that everyone is talking nice to me.  HATED IT!  After I was dry they brought me to a table and put something around my neck.  I knew I better not jump or I would be hanging by my neck so I stayed as still as my shaking body would let me.  Since I can't speak English yet (and Phyllis keeps telling me I never will) I just had to nip them when they touched me with the sharp thing that made my hair fall on the floor. 

Phyllis told them that they had to cut me and bathe me right away because she didn't want to leave me there too long so I wouldn't be afraid she wasn't coming back (which I was anyway but her heart is in the right place).

Two hours later she came to get me.  I am now a very handsome boy and I had a kerchief around my neck and she took pictures.  I hope I never have to do that again, but for some reason I think I will.  I did like everyone telling me how cute I look tho!

Monday with Marly

I was sleeping so soundly Monday morning when all of a sudden the old Chihuahua Cookie woke up to go to the bathroom.  At 6:45 AM!!!!  Too early for me but I sat still so Phyllis could put on my harness and leash and went out with the pack.  Phyllis said I did so well it seemed like I had been walking with a pack all my life and not for just a day.  I think I am proud of myself, that's what Phyllis said I should be, but I am not sure what proud means.  Phyllis talks a lot to me and the other dogs.   I wonder if she knows that we don't understand a lot of what she says!  I guess she needs to talk so she talks to us.  I don't mind as long as she keeps feeding me. 

After watching all the dogs playing I thought I would try too so I picked up a toy that looked nice and brought it to Phyllis just like Bella does.  She took it out of my mouth and threw it and I ran and got it and broght it back to her.  She sounded very happy when I did it so I did it again!  The next time I didn't want to let the toy go but Phyllis put her hand in my mouth and got the toy and told me some gibberish I didn't understand.  She said she had to win our tug of war so I would always know that she is the leader.  I have not a clue what she is talking about and just did it again.  And again.  Sometimes Phyllis won't play with us so I tried to get Bella to play with me.  I tried to take her toy away from her and she just wouldn't let go.  Phyllis thought that was funny and laughed a lot while we pulled and pulled.  It's not bad in this house and I hope when I get adopted it is this much fun. Bella is playing with me more and more and we run and jump with each other all over the house.  I will let you know how my haircut turns out tomorrow, whatever that is.  I hope I like it.  After my haircut I will stop blogging until Phyllis learns how to use a clicker and tries to train me.  So long for now.

Marly's story continues

Here I am again to continue my story.
On Saturday night I slept with Phyllis and the other dogs and nothing bad happened.  I walked around the block with the other dogs and now I know why they like to do it.  The smells outside are so good.  Every bush has a different smell, and the grass is the best.  I can smell every other dog that ever walked there.  I loved it and even peed on the grass when I saw the other dogs do it.  I can't tell you how much I love smelling all those dogs.  So now I have learned that some people are good and some dogs are good and not everybody or every animal is "out to get me".  I continue to use my wee wee pad and even Bella my foster sister who has been here awhile because she doesn't always use the wee wee pad is getting better at it.  I think I am teaching her where to go every time and not just sometimes.  I like the little girl and I lay down next to her and rolled on my back and she rubbed my belly.  I loved that too and every time she sat down I turned over on my back to see if she would do it again.  I am having so much fun. We did this all day long until Phyllis and Samantha, the little girl went out at night.  I didn't cry when they went out but boy was I excited when they got home.  I slept with Phyllis again and then it was Monday.

Marly is saved

After fostering 28 dogs since 2008, I have decided to have my 29th dog start my first blog by tracking his progress in his own words.   I am doing this not only to let other people know about different behaviors of dogs that have been thrown away and saved to live in foster homes until their perfect Angel comes along to adopt them into forever homes, but to remind me of what each and every one goes through after they are adopted and become just memories for me that I never want to forget.  And, I want  people to understand why dogs should not be purchased from pet stores or puppy mills which treat their as bad as prisoners of war and perhaps worse as they are animals who cannot understand why they are being abused and neglected until they find out what a pleasure life can be with the wonderful people who are out there This is the first time I have ever blogged so please be patient and I will accept any suggestions that you who read this can give me.  Here goes:

Hi, my name is Marly and I am a 9 month old Silky Terrier who was surrendered to a high kill facility for what my owners called "behavioral issues."  United Yorkie Rescue saved my life as I could only stay at thie facility for 5 days and if nobody came to adopt me I would be put to death.  The girl who saved me called my Foster Mom, Phyllis, and asked her to take me.  She already had her own two dogs and one other special needs foster girl but she said yes and she picked me up on Friday  night, September 16th and brought me home to her house.  Let me tell you, I was petrified.  I didn't want to get out of the car so she carried me in.  When she put me on the floor and I saw the other dogs I couldn't find a place to hide fast enough.  I was very much afraid of the other dogs.  Phyllis didn't bother with me for awhile as she saw how frightened I was.  I ran under the bed which was the closest place that looked safe.  The other dogs came and sniffed under the bed and I tried to roll up into the smallest ball ever.  Finally they went away.  I was offered food while I was under the bed but I just lay there shaking and hoping she would go away and leave me alone, which she did.  After awhile she got me from under the bed because I was even too sscared to run away and put me in a big thing she called a bathtub and gave me a bath because she said I smelled and was very dirty.  I didn't move while she did it which seemed to please her and she didn't hurt me at all and to tell you the truth I felt much better afterwards but wanted to go back under the bed once I was dry.  She was trying to clean my ears but I wasn't going to sit still for that.  I just know she will try again.

Later Friday night I did come out from under the bed and walked into the kitchen and peeked around the corner to see who was there.  Phyllis was sitting on the couch with 3 dogs sitting on the couch with her.  One of the dogs got off the couch and I went right back to my safe place under the bed.  This went on for a few hours because every time I would sneak out one of the dogs wanted to see me.  Very scary to be in a strange house with strange dogs and a strange lady.  Phyllis keeps looking for my "behavioral issues."  I had to go to the bathroom and when nobody was looking I snuck out from under the bed and found a wee wee pad to go on and boy did I go.  Phyllis was surprised that I used it because she thought that might be my issue as lots of us that are given up because we won't potty train because the people who bought us usually don't know how to do it and just think we come that way.  We don't.

On Friday night when Phyllis (that's what I will call my Foster Mom) turned out the light and went to sleep on a couch in the living room because her special needs foster dog can't get off the bed that is too high, but can get off the couch if she needs to go to the bathroom , I was too scared to sleep there so I went into the bathroom and slep by  myself on the tile floor behind the bathroom door cause there was no way yet that I was trusting Phyllis o rthose dosg in that living room.

On Saturday morning everyone got up and I got up too.  I went out of the bathroom being careful not to let anyone near me.  Phyllis offered me food in the kitchen but away from the other 3 dogs in the house and I ate everything she gave me because I was so hungry and then I retreated to my place under the bed.  After awhile I decided that things were not so bad here and if the other dogs would just keep away from me I would go out and inspect the house.  For most of the day Phyllis sat on the couch with the other dogs and watched tv and did some of what she calls knitting.  I lay in the kitchen watching but was still not ready to join them.  Then she came and got me and put something she calls a harness on me and then this long thing she calls a leash and took me outside by myself to see what I would do.  OMG was that scary.  I tried to get away and was not going with her no matter how much she tried.  I just lay on my belly and hope if I closed my eyes this terrible thing would just stop.  So Phyllis just picked me up and told me what a good boy I was and brought me into the house.  She must have figured out by that experience that I had never been trained to walk on that thing she calls a leash and never wore that thing she calls a harness.  When Icame into the house she just left that long thing on me for awhile and I walked around with it.  She tried again later in the day and I did walk a little bit and it wasn't bad at all.  I might get to enjoy it.  Life right now seems to complicated.  I stayed in the kitchen and watched Phyllis play with the other dogs on the floor for awhile and then I decided it was safe to go in there.  It was kind of fun watching her play with the dogs.  She was throwing things she calls toys and they were chasing them and bringing them back and pulling them from each other.  I was still not ready for them to come and see me and when they did I just ran away, but only as far as the kitchen and t but then the dogs started to just ignore me.  Saturday night I ate in the kitchen with the other dogs and came into the living room and watched everyone else.  When it was bedtime Phyllis picked me up and put me on the couch because all the dogs sleep with her.  Still not ready for that I jumped off the couch and slept on a bed on the floor but in the same room.  Oh and I forgot to tell you that a little girl came to stay over with Phyllis.  She said her name was Samantha and she was 8 years old.  She told her not to go and try to touch me because she was still looking for "behavioral issues", but I did go to the little girl because she looked so friendly and I let her pat me and I really liked her.  I let her pick me up so Phyllis could take a picture of me.  Maybe I liked her because kids are not so high off the ground as grownups are.  I don't know.  Well, there is no more room here so I will be back tomorrow to continue my story