Meet Cruze

My name is Cruze.  I don't think it has always been my name but I forget it now.  I found myself at a very high kill shelter and United Yorkie Rescue saved me from a sure death.  I am going to tell you what I know about myself. I have asked Phyllis to tell you my story as I tell it to her. 
Someone took me out of the shelter right before I was going to die.  They were from United Yorkie Rescue.  I went to a vet where they found out that I weigh 4.5 pounds and that I am at least 8 years old and that some of my teeth like my canines are short because I probably lived in a wire cage and wore them down trying to get out.  The vet found out that I had a big tumor on my spleen and it had to come out, the whole spleen, I mean. I also had a terrible operation so I can't make anymore babies which is what I think I was used for.  For the last two weeks I have had staples in my chest and stitches in my private parts.  I have to wear a plastic collar because I love to lick my stitches when Phyllis isn't looking.  I also have something wrapped around my middle because I think Phyllis does not like when I lift my leg in the house.  Nobody has ever told me I can't but I can tell Phyllis would rather I do everything I need to do outside.  And I do when she takes me but when she goes away I get nervous so I have something like a diaper called a belly band. 
So, I was with a lady and she called Phyllis to see if she would take me in because there a lot of dogs saved and not always enough people to take them.  Puppy mill auctions and raids sometimes when people go in and take some of us so we can be happy.  Even though Phyllis only wants to foster one dog at a time, she just couldn't say no to such a little dog like me.
When the lady called Phyllis it was on a Friday and Phyllis had just gone to Disney in Orlando Florida to celebrate her 70th birthday.  She had never been there before.  I know this because she talks on the phone and tells people so I hear it.  I am at least 8 and can speak several languages so I understand it all.  Phyllis has told people that she never had so much fun and liked her meet and greet with Winnie the Pooh, whatever that means.
The lady who took me out of the hospital dropped me off at Phyllis's house on Sunday before she even got back from Disney.  When I was dropped off I went into a house with two girls that were taking care of Phyllis's dogs, Elvis, Cookie and her other foster dog Barney.  I don't like Barney by the way.  He keeps trying to play with me.  He weighs 11 pounds and I weigh just a little over 4 but when he tries to play with me I jump out of my bed and snap at him and then he does the most rediculous thing.  He lays down on his back and then runs away.  Size means nothing.  Just a couple of hours ago Phyllis took her Elvis out.  He weighs 12 pounds.  A big boxer game at him and Elvis bit him on the nose and the other dog was bleeding. Phyllis was horrified but since she doesn't hit her dogs she just made him lay down like a time out.  Dogs will be dogs.  The bigger the dog, I understand, the more agressive Elvis can be.  Strange that he has fostered oer 30 dogs and gets alone or ignores all of them.
So that's the beginning of my new life here and I will keep you posted.  I must say it's not bad here, I get good food and sleep in Phyllis's bed.  Sometimes I want to sleep on her pillow so she moves over.

Barney's update

I want everyone to know about me.  I have now been here a couple of weeks, maybe three, and I am the happiest boy.  Phyllis loves me so much and I know how to get her to!  I just have to be funny and she laughs at me all day long.  I have learned to chase toys and I know that when I go back near Phyllis she will throw it again.  Every time she talks to me I know just what to do.  I lie down right between her feet on the floor and throw myself over on my back and wiggle my legs back and forth and up and down and then she bends down and gives me big belly rubs.  A lot of time during the day we do this.  I know how to make her laugh too.  I just go into the bathroom and do my business with my butt right up against the toilet.  I see her sit on that seat sometimes but I don't know how to get there so I just go as close as I can.  She laughs while she is telling me that all my stuff should be on the wee wee pad.  She stopped laughing so hardafter awhile when I do it so I have decided that I will do everything on the wee wee pad.  She likes that and I can tell because she always gives me a belly rub after she sees I did it.  I love to get my belly rubbed.
I know that all puppies are like me because I hear Phyllis tell people on the phone that I am a typical puppy, like a two year old baby that has two legs.  I ran away today when Phyllis opened the door.  Not away away, but started down the street.  Phyllis is calling in a sweet voice, come back Barney, so I thought it was a game until I heard in a very deep voice right from Phyllis "don't you dare take one more step!"  I froze right there and didn't move.  I could tell she wasn't laughing anymore.  She is still working on getting me to stay when she leaves, but I like to be with her.  Today the baby gate went up.  Now I can't get out.  Phyllis is no spring chicken so it takes a minute for her to climb over the gate, but if that's what she wants, so be it.

I eat dry food when I am hungry but when Phyllis feeds her dogs she gives me a little of the wet food.  I love it.  I love life.  I love to play with Elvis and I even like that cranky old chihuahua, Cookie.
I always make Phyllis laugh at bedtime too.  We all get on the bed and I push myself right up so I am in the crook of her arm, then I turn on  my back, spread all four legs as far apart as I can and go right to sleep.  I love that the best of everything else here.  It's great to have a roof over my head that isn't going to kill me in a few days, and great to eat good dog food so I will be healthy.  And I love all the toys and bones here, but my very favorite thing is lying with Phyllis at bed time.  Back soon, but right now I need to chew my bone..

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Elvis has left the building

That's right everyone.  I have left my foster mom Phyllis and I am now living the life on Marco Island with my new sister Bella Luna.   If you all remember I came here a little over a month ago a very sick little boy with fleas and pancreatitis and worms and not knowing where to go to the bathroom or let anyone show me love.  Well boys and girls, I have a new life now.  I went into my new home as if I had been there all my life.  I love my new people and I know where I am supposed to go to the bathroom.  I go on long walks and even like my new sister.  I have a yard to play in and a golf course to walk.  I am never alone too long when my mom and dad go to work and know how to behave when they are gone.  Phyllis did a good job teaching   me to be the loving dog that I know I am now.  I am going to live happily ever after which is what I was meant to do.  I am handsome and smart.  United Yorkie Rescue truly saved my life and Phyllis taught me how to enjoy it.