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
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