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!?