Barney the flopsy mopsy pully

Barney here.  What a week it has been.  The day I got here was the day I was neutered and I had 6 staples holding my  operation together.  So I had the operation on a Tuesday and on Saturday it rained and Phyllis took my collar off and forgot to put it back on so I had a ball and pulled out three of the staples.  Phyllis saw it Sunday and it was pretty bad so she poured a lot of stuff in it and on Monday morning she brought me to the vet and they gave me something to put me to sleep for just a short time and they had to staple me again.  When I woke up I was a hurtin' dude for a couple of hours.  It wasn't my fault.  Phyllis made a mistake.  She probsably will never make that mistake again.  Because sometimes you need to make a mistake to learn something better.  But she felt pretty bad for me.  Between me and Elvis being neutered two days apart was hard for her.  By the way, she loves me to death.  She loves when I roll on my back so I can get a belly rub.  She loves that I sleep late in the morning and love to lay next to her in bed.  The thing she really loves the best though, is that I am a pretty  big yorkie and 11 pounds and probably wind up at 13 pounds, and I have long hair, and I USE A WEE WEE pad.  I squat on the paper and do my business on the paper.  I know that Phyllis would rather I went outside toa  do it but when it rained and poured last weekend she wished the four of us were paper trained.  I must have belonged to somebody before I was picked up and on my way to euthanization because I am trained to go on the wee wee pad.  I don't remember going outside before here beecause I don't think I ever had a harness and leash on.  And I don't like going the way she wants to all the time.  I hope I get better at it soon because dragging her my way is not easy.  She is much bigger than I am. 
I will let you know how our training goes and how I do in finding a forever home.  Never will anyone love me as much as Phyllis does.  I can just tell when she puts her hands on me that she loves me and loves to cuddle with me too. 

See ya!

Elvis is all better

I have had a miserable week.  After my neuter I couldn't even hold my head up.  And my operation hurt very much.  Worse than that I wanted to lick it to make it feel better so Phyllis put a big collar on me so I couldn't do that.  My operation was put together with glue and if I licked it I would have opened the wound.  I really didn't care, I just wanted to lick it.  So the thing around my neck only came off when I ate.  I even went outside with  it on because as soon as she took it off I wanted to sit and lick.  All this time, since last week I have just lay on the bed and looked at Phyllis with the saddest eyes I could get going, and I knew she really really wanted to take that collar off me but she didn't.  I could tell that Phyllis was worried about me because I am usually a happy bouncy kissy boy but I didn't give in.  So for one week she had to up her Lexapro just to handle it.  Yesterday she finally took the collar off as I had been wearing it for 8 days and she looked at my surgery and knew I was healed enough.  Boy oh boy what a relief.  Now I am back to barking, wagging my tail and giving Phyllis all the kisses I can squeeze in.  She leaves food in a bowl on the floor so I can eat whenever I want to and when I go to my new home that's probably how I will be fed.  AND, I may go to a new home next week.   And I think even though I was in one home for 6 years and then all of a sudden found myself in a cage in a high kill place, once I got here I did learn that people are kind for the most part and I can sleep with my person in their house instead of living outside.  And that life can be good and I can be clean and happy wherever Phyllis decides would be a good home for me.

Phyllis sometimes forgets to write what I say so I don't know if she told you before when I asked her to, but I don't lift my leg in the house or pee or poop in the house.  I did when I got here and some people said a 6 year old dog can't be housebroken,, whatever that means, but I did it with the help of Phyllis and her dog Elvis,  I love to walk and walk and walk and walk......................................Phyllis takes me for a one mile walk in the morning and a one mile walk at night with her own Elvis.  I think Phyllis would like to walk faster but there is so much grass and so many trees and bushes to smell that it sometimes takes just a little longer.

I will let you know how my new home is if I go to one and I will keep you all posted while I just get happier every day.

Say Hello to Barney

 My name is Barney.  I am 11 pounds and 8 months old.  I will ask Phyllis to tell you what I know. 
One day a truck came and picked me up off the street because I didn't have a person with me and I was just walking around lost which people call a stray..  Nex thing I know is that I went to a very high kill shelte.  I sat there in a cage with a number on it for five days.  I could hear the people there saying how said it was that  cage.  So one day before I would be killed I was rescued with a bunch of other little dogs like me (well, I am not exactly little except compared to really really big dog or person).  United Yorkie Rescue got me from the people who saved our lives.   So then I went to a dogtors office and was there for a few days and then they took me out of that cage and ..............then I woke up.  I heard Phyllis say I was neutered and lost five teeth that just didn't fall out on their own.  So Phyllis took me home and I was really sick until today when I woke up feeling so good.  I have gone from a cage to Phyllis' bed and I have great puppy food.  She lets me lay on the couch and whine if I feel bad.  I am just a baby and can't wait until I can play and run around again.  When Phyllis comes up to me if I am on the floor, I roll right over on my back and she giggles and bends down to scratch and tickle my belly.  I love it.  I am trying to play with Phyllis' dog Elvis but he doesn't seem that interested.  He gave me a little nip today when I tried to get him to play with me.  I love when new people come into the house and give me lots of attention.  Phyllis says that I am as long as two small yorkies put together.  I know I am not the most handsome dog that is here, but I am the cutest and I really know that.  So there is a bathroom issue.    I am supposed to use the outside as my toilet but sometimes I forget.  I did pee on paper once, but I just wanted to see what it felt like.  Today I pooped outside and you would have thought Phyllis had won the lottery.  She looks so silly in the street when she tells me what a good boy I am.  It's embarassing (If dogs can be embarassed)   Doesn't it seem strange that she makes such a big deal over a dog going to the bathroom?
I love the food Phyllis gives me and I just sit right by her feet waiting for her to put my food down.  I love to lay real close to her on the bed and the couch.  I have no idea how she sleeps at all.  The old dog that is here likes to sleep in a suitcase in the bedroom closet and leaves us pretty early but I sleep on the bed and the two Elvises sleep on the bed and we all like to be real close to her.  It feels so good .  And if anything is spelled wrong, please remember Phyllis types what I say so it would be her fault.  But we all make mistakes once in awhile right!?

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Well today I got neutered and had a tooth pulled.  Let me tell you something,  it wasn't fun!  Phyllis scooped me up this morning after our walk and left the other dogs and took me right to the vet.  They just scooped me up again and put me in a cage for what seemed like hours.  I was scared to death.  I waited and waited..............and then I woke up and boy was I a hurtin' boy.  I'm not sure what they did to me but I hurt all over.  My mouth hurts and I hurt between my back legs.  I am now laying in a bed on the floor half passed out from some creamcheese Phyllis gave me.  I think she spiked it with something because I can barely move.  For the first hour after I got home I just lay in that bed and stared at Phyllis.  I could tell she was feeling it too because I wouldn't look away.  I think (if dogs can think) I was just making sure she was there so nothing worse happens to me.  She looks sad when she looks at me but keeps telling me that in two days I will feel 100% better.  I will let you know then.  I really want to believe her, but you have no idea what I feel like now.  I don't want to eat or drink.  I just want to sleep so I need to go right now but I will be back.  I wish we had more members to our blog so Phyllis can werite a book and get lots of money for Animal Rescue and maybe some for her too!  (She wrote that on her own, I didn't say it)

Elvis has been here for 15 days

Yup, that's right.  I have been here for 15 d ays.  I can hardly remember where I was before.  In the last two days I have found out things that scared me before are really nothing to be scared of.  Every night Phyllis would putme on her bed but Inever slept in a bed with anyone so I would get off.  For the last two nigts I have slept on a pillow by her head and I don't even wake her in the morning.  Cookie does that! I don't remember when I last felt so good.  I also know that Phyllis would rather I went to the bathroom outside and not inside.  It has not taken me long to get that message because she takes me out over and over again.  I love to go outside and walk and walk.  I don't care that she is holding onto the other end of me because I know that pulling is not allowed so I just trot next to her and I would walk for 4 miles if she had it in her.  I walk a mile every morning and a mile every evening.  Love love love it.  I don't wear that thing around my belly so if I peed in her house it wouldn't go on the floor. I only pee outside because I know she wants me to go outside.............But every once in awhile I need to leave a little drop of pee so that in case there is a girl dog around looking for me she will know how to find me.  Phyllis doesn't like it and I hardly do it, but sometimes a dog just can't help himself.
I have also started chasing toys.  I see the other Elvis doing it so I did too for awhile.  Elvis wants to play with me but I just don't get it and would rather just be with Phyllis.  Maybe I will try it soon, but I am not promising.  Tomorrow I am getting a haircut and I am sure Phyllis will put it on her Facebook page for all to see just how handsome I am.  And she keeps talking about neuters.  I don't know that word but just like I said last time, she puts a strange smile on her face when she says it!  I wonder why 

P,S.

P.S.  On Friday I am getting a haircut.  I do know that word because I have had haircuts before.  Phyllis can't wait to see what a handsome boy I am under all this hair.  I will send you a picture after my haircut.

Another update from Elvis

I have now been here 10 days and I have learned a lot.  Phyllis is really nice, she feeds me and makes sure I stay clean and just yesterday I was so happy to see her I jumped on the couch and kissed her and hugged her.....And she let me do it!  I know I was someplace else all my life but I am starting to think where I am now is good.  It seems that after the first few days I stopped waiting for someone I knew to come and get me and every day I think more and more that this is my home.  That's because we live in the moment, dogs do, and things in the past start to fade a little bit at a time.  I am sure that if my first mom came here now I would be very excited, but I am not sad because she is not doing that.  Not any more.  I hope you know what I mean.  If you hit me and kick me I may always be afraid of feet or sticks, or whatever I was abused with but people who save a dog like me can't feel bad for us, because we don't feel bad for ourselves.
Anyway, even though I understand most languages there are some words I don't have a meaning for because I never heard them before.  Phyllis has said some words I don't understand.  She told me that on April 19th I am going to have a neuter.  I don't know that word but she was smiling when she said it.  She told me that I am losing my jewels.  I do not know that word either.  She said maybe I will stop marking in the house.  I don't pee in the house, but something in me says to leave just a little pee here and there.  Even when I don't really want to do it, it happens.  Other than what I have said here, the world turns and I sleep every night and I follow Phyllis every day and I am having a pretty good time waiting to see what happens next.

Hello from Lula

I just want to tell you that I feel like I am in Heaven!  Phyllis was great but boy you should see me now.  I go to work with my forever Mom every day.  I love everyone there.  I love my new Dad and I even like the cat named Sil.  My new Mom and Dad love me to pieces.  She sends notes to Phyllis telling her how happy I am and how well I have adjusted to being in anotheer home.  I don't even use a wee wee pad when we go to work.  I wait to go outside.  And I can tell that Mom  and Dad are over the moon with me.  I haven't started my regular barking yet, but when I do that will be the real test.  I sleep in bed and have great food and go on great walks.  I did like to play wrestle with Elvis but I like being the only spoiled dog in a home.

Keeping up with Elvis

Well, I have been here for 6 days.  It doesn't seem that bad.  The other two dogs, Cookie and Elvis don't want to play with me yet, but I don't feel like I want to play with them yet.  It is still very strange not to be in my own home but I have made some improvements.  I have found out that Phyllis is not so bad.  She feeds me and walks me and picks me up to hug me and ugh, kiss me!  Actually I kiss her back!!!!  I wear something around my belly so if I lift my leg I won't get the floor wet.  I don't care for any toys here, but I think I am getting used to being here.  The walks are good, the food is good and she lets me sleep wherever I want to.  She tried to get me to sleep in her bed, but that's not for me.  I like my own space in a bed on the floor.  My reports came back and the doctor called Phyllis.  I could hear what she was saying which is that  my Pancreatitus is very bad and she would not be surprised if I had loose doodies, threw up, and didn't want to eat.  Phyllis was very surprised to hear that because I have not got these things happening to me.  I jump on the couch now and sit on the top.  Phyllis doesn't miind but my surrender papers said I wasn't allowed on the furniture.  This place is pretty great because I can do those things.  I see lots of toys but don't play with them.  What if the other Elvis gets mad at me?  I am a little afraid of him but Phyllis told me that he wouldn't hurt me.  I was supposed to have an operation.  I heard her on the phone saying that since I am on so many meds to try to help my condition she thought we should put the operation off for a week or two.  After I have the operation Phyllis said I won't try to mark so much.  I am not sure what the operation is going to be but she told me that after the operation I couldn't make any babies.  I am six and I don't want any babies any more than she does.  This weekend Phyllis had a little person here.  I really liked her which Phyllis said is good for me.  Phyllis was going to give me a haircut at the cutting place but decided that I was still too scared that I am not in my old home that we need to wait a bit.  So that's where I am now as far as my condition and stuff.  I take meds for hookworm, pancreatititis and some other thing I got from drinking bad water.  I will let you know how I am doing in a few days
Oh, and by the way, as so many other dogs that have come to this house, I can understand almost all languages after just a day or two.  I come from Miami so I know perfect Spanish. Phyllis can only say sit in Spanish!  So now I know english which I learned almost overnight because she talks so much, and I speak Spanish because I was brought up in a Latino home.  Maybe I will someday be adopted by someone who speaks Italian, or French.  No problem, I get all of them down in a matter of days.  I will be back soon if I have anything interesting to tell you.  
And one more thing.  I have given up laying on the floor looking at the door waiting for my people  to come and get me.  I think this place might be better and I am starting to forget that I was someplace else all my life.  I think!

Elvis the Yorkie

My name is Elvis, but not Phyllis's Elvis.  I am a yorkie named Elvis and I am here with Phyllis and Cookie the chihuahua and Elvis the Shi Tzu who are her dogs.  This is what I know.  I was born in Florida and a lady got me from a breeder when I was 3 months old.  It is the only home I have ever known.  Last Sunday, April 1st,2012,, my family surrendered me because they had a baby and could not give me the attention that I needed.  Nor did they pay much attention to me when I lived there anyway.
Sunday I was taken from the only home I have ever known and brought to Phyllis.  I was and still am very scared.  When Phyllis picked me up in the house and put me on a table she started to be really upset.  I heard her say I had so many fleas on me she couldn't believe it.  All of a sudden I was in a strange bathtub with this strange lady giving me a flea bath.  I was not happy but stood very still so she wouldn't get mad at me.  I don't know her after all.  Then she gave me Frontline and also to the other dogs in the house.  After my bath I stayed laying down by the door waiting for me family to come and pick me up.  It is now Wednesday and I am still waiting.  I lay on the floor and look at the door but they don't come.  Phyllis give me lots of love and attention but it's my family that I want.
Yesterday I went to the vet and found out I have hookworms and something called Clostridium which is an infection coming from drinking dirty water from gutters or bowls that collect water  outside and then get dirty and germy.  I got a bunch of shots because I haven't had any in two or three yeaers.  Last night I felt just terrible from the reaction to one of the shots.  I shook all night.  Phyllis gave me medicine to help me feel better and today I am fine. 
I am 6 years old and nobody ever took the time to show me how to go outside.  I never knew I should not just go anyplace I want to.  Phyllis and Elvis are going to show me how to do the right thing.  I hope my real Mom comes to get me but I have a feeling it's not going to happen.  Right now I am feeling very depressed even tho Phyllis is nice to me.  She says in a week or so I will love her and start to forget the other people.  I hope so because I am so sad now.  I will be back soon with more news of my time here if Mom doesn't show up!  Why would anyone do this to me just because of a baby or two?  Not fun for me right now and Phyllis looks so sad for me.

ishLula's happy ending

Hi everyone, Lula here.  Boy have I had fun.  Lots of people wanted to adopt me but Phyllis waits for a special feeling and she got it with an application from Gina.  We may have told you this story, but Phyllis sometimes forgets as she just had her 70th birthday and that makes it ok!  Anyway, this lady, Gina talked to Phyllis for 3 weeks before Phyllis was sure that she was the right one for me.  Gina came to the house and slept here.  People were worried that we were going to share her apartment with a stranger for the night but we thought it was ok.  Since coming here I have become quite the barker.  It seems to be the only way for me to get what I want and I am a very stubborn girl.  I try spanish but Phyllis didn't understand so I bark in English and then she seems to get it.  I bark for food, I bark for attention I bark when I see new people, I bark when I want to go out.  For some reason I think that Phyllis was very happy when I left although I felt her love every minute of every day.
So, now I live in Clearwater Florida with Gina and her husband and her cat.  She takes me to work every day and I love it.  I bark at her too and she pretty  much understands everything I say.  I think she learned a lot in the 24 hours she stayed with us at Phyllis's house.  I love my new house and always use a wee wee pad, I have no cancer anymore, I love myfood and so life is good.  I hope you are all happy for me as I think I could not be happier (if I really knew what happy was because I am a dog)  Sometimes I can tell I am happy because the tail on my but starts to wag very fast and that's when Phyllis said she could tell I was happy.  So when I feel that tag going a mile a minute I know things are good.

Chewy/Chevy's Happy Ending

Phyllis calls me Chewy bu I have a new home now and my Dad, Bruce calls me Chevy which was my name on United Yorkie page.  I just want to tell you that I am now living in the villages with Bruce and I am very happy.  We go for rides on his golf cart which are famous in the villages.  We go for a ride every day.  Bruce only moved to the Villages inDecember from New York and he didn't know anyone and is kind of shy.  Well now that I am in his life everyone wants to talk to him and meet me.  He loves me very much and we go for walks and rides and I even go with him if he wants to stop for a beer, whatever that is.  He certainly seems to enjoy it!  I am going to now tell you one of the messages that I sent to Phyllis when I first got here - "Hi Mom, it's Chevy here.  We are doing great.  Just got back from a long cart ride.  Dad said we were lost but not to worry, cause we'd find our way home and we did.  I'm not sure I like walking in the grass much it feels different here and scares me a little.  Dad says it's okay and I will get used to it.  I hope you are doing good Mom, maybe someday you could get a dad too it's so great!  Bye for today.  I won't forget you and everything you did for me and with me".  I send her messages all the time and I hope you all liked this one.  She told me she cried when she read this one because Dad and I are so happy together.  We sleep together and I am hardly ever alone.