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!
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