First I want to say that if I speak really clearly Phyllis understands my twang and is now able to tell you what I ask her to write.
First of all she knows now that I lived most of my life with an older lady in Walla Walla Washington. When my person started to get just slightly confused about a lot of things her grand-daughter took me back with her to Tennessee. Then I hurt my knee playing with a big dog but it's not so bad and hardly bothers me. My new owner had a baby and a big dog and a daughter and taking care of me was more than she could do so she had to give me up. We loved each other and she didn't want to do it but was very brave because she knew I needed a better home more suited to a little dog. So that's how I got here.
Today I went to a big building with lots of people in white coats. One of them came to look at me. I was really shaking. Don't like strangers putting their hands all over me. Well, do you? Anyway they took me away from Phyllis and they took pictures of my leg. When the dogtor came back he told Phyllis that my knee isn't so bad but my hip is dislocated. Phyllis thought that was better than a bum knee but the dogtor said that he put my hip back in the socket lots of times and it kept popping out. Before they did that to me they gave me some medicine. Once the medicine started to work I didn't care what they did to me.
I'm sure I will need to have surgery. I don't know what they do but the dogtor did tell Phyllis. I don't understand medical stuff but it sounded like they will take the ball that fits into my hip socket off and just let scar tissue fill the space and he said I may never run a race but I won't have any pain, which is good because it hurts a lot some of the time now. I make sure to never let it touch the ground and i'm ok.
This evening Phyllis took me out to potty and on the way back (not that I moved except in a circle - I never had a leash tell me where to go and I won't do it so I plant 3,5 pounds of me and won't move) the neighbor next door was outside with her little dog. I got so excited to see another little yorkie I just ran on my 3 good legs and started to play with him. He is so cute. His name is Brody and he liked me too. I was so happy. I am telling you this to show you how smart I am. I don't play with Phyllis' dog Elvis and don't play with the chihuahua, Cookie, but I wanted to play with this cute little boy because I knew he was the same kind of dog as me. And tomorrow is another day here in my little piece of heaven.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Paris tells more of her story
Well, it is Sunday, July 29th, 2012 and I am starting my fifth day in Phyllis' house. She is trying to undertand me and now she knows that before I was in TN I came from Washington State! She is now trying to understand my story but I still have that TN accent and if you ever tried to understand someone from New England you will know that it can be somewhat confusing sometimes.
I like to stay in a bedroom in a bed by myself because I'm not used to getting any attention. Every day and night Phyllis picks me up and takes me into the living room and sits me with her. It's kind of nice not to be alone all the time.
So, on Friday night while I was sitting with her doing nothing she gave me a bully stick. I don't know if any of you ever had one, but they are sooooooooo good. She didn't let me have it for too long but long enough to know I have spent 5 years without the most wonderful bone in the world.
Well, Friday morning when we got up and it was time to eat I hobbled into the kitchen waiting for that delicious bone. She put my bowl on the floor and I went to get that great bone and it wasn't there. Just my usual yorkie kibble. I refused to eat at all until she gave me that bone but it never came. I even squeeked a little to tell her I wanted it but no go. So I just went back into my bed in the bedroom and refused to eat all day. Phyllis said to me that there would be no more bones for me if I couldn't tell the difference between a wonderful treat from my food. So I just held out and refused to eat all day.
When it came time for dinner Phyllis fed us and once more I went to the food looking for that bone but it wasn't there so I wouldn't eat again. I am pretty good at getting my way at most things but she was more stubborn than I am.
She brought my bowl of food into the bedroom where I was pouting in my bed and just left it there. I ignored her because I couldn't get what I wanted.
Cookie the fat old Chihuahua, who always prowls the house looking for bones or treats that Elvis hides came over to try to eat my food. Well that did it. I took my 4 pound body and growled and snapped at her and then ate all my food so she couldn't get it. And to think, Phyllis thought I may be sick! A dog has to try to see what they can get away with and Phyllis won this one.
BUT, and it is a big but, I do get my way outside. First of all, I may have told you that my papers said I was not housebroken. It is embarrassing for someone to say that. And anyway it's not true.
I have used a wee wee pad to pee and I do all the other stuff outside. Now I wait and pee outside too. I stay dry all night and instead of sleeping on the floor in my old home, I now sleep on the bed with Elvis and Phyllis. Cookie is strange and prefers to sleep in the closet in a suitcase with soft blankets in it. Of course she is old so who knows how her brain works. She just wants to eat and sleep.
Last night was the first night that Phyllis didn't come and get me to sit on the couch with her. I went out of the bedroom and walked to her and asked her to pick me up and let me lay next to her. She was very happy.
Walking outside has been an issue with us. Phyllis takes me out to do my business but I refuse to walk anyplace after that. At night when she takes me out I like to walk a little bit but only my way and I have her trained to that. Of course walking is hard because my leg hurts, but I am not used to being walked on leash and I don't like it. So she takes me out and puts me on the grass and I do whatever it is I have to do and then I just stand there. Phyllis tugs a little on the leash but I refuse to move. Soooooo, just like I like it she picks me up and carries me back into the house. She tries lots of stuff to make me walk. She makes funny sounds, she talks to me in a very high voice and tells me how good I am, but eventually I get my way. I love it when she picks me up and kisses my head and tickles my belly and whispers in my ear and cuddles me. Who wants to take a walk when I can stand my ground and get all that attention.
Monday, whichis tomorrow I heard Phyllis say that I was going to an orthopedic surgeon to see about my leg. I know what that is because I may be small but I am very smart.
So I will be back to tell you what happens at the dogtor visit.
By the way, I am not interested in other dogs like Elvis and Cookie. I do, however, like Phyllis a lot
I like to stay in a bedroom in a bed by myself because I'm not used to getting any attention. Every day and night Phyllis picks me up and takes me into the living room and sits me with her. It's kind of nice not to be alone all the time.
So, on Friday night while I was sitting with her doing nothing she gave me a bully stick. I don't know if any of you ever had one, but they are sooooooooo good. She didn't let me have it for too long but long enough to know I have spent 5 years without the most wonderful bone in the world.
Well, Friday morning when we got up and it was time to eat I hobbled into the kitchen waiting for that delicious bone. She put my bowl on the floor and I went to get that great bone and it wasn't there. Just my usual yorkie kibble. I refused to eat at all until she gave me that bone but it never came. I even squeeked a little to tell her I wanted it but no go. So I just went back into my bed in the bedroom and refused to eat all day. Phyllis said to me that there would be no more bones for me if I couldn't tell the difference between a wonderful treat from my food. So I just held out and refused to eat all day.
When it came time for dinner Phyllis fed us and once more I went to the food looking for that bone but it wasn't there so I wouldn't eat again. I am pretty good at getting my way at most things but she was more stubborn than I am.
She brought my bowl of food into the bedroom where I was pouting in my bed and just left it there. I ignored her because I couldn't get what I wanted.
Cookie the fat old Chihuahua, who always prowls the house looking for bones or treats that Elvis hides came over to try to eat my food. Well that did it. I took my 4 pound body and growled and snapped at her and then ate all my food so she couldn't get it. And to think, Phyllis thought I may be sick! A dog has to try to see what they can get away with and Phyllis won this one.
BUT, and it is a big but, I do get my way outside. First of all, I may have told you that my papers said I was not housebroken. It is embarrassing for someone to say that. And anyway it's not true.
I have used a wee wee pad to pee and I do all the other stuff outside. Now I wait and pee outside too. I stay dry all night and instead of sleeping on the floor in my old home, I now sleep on the bed with Elvis and Phyllis. Cookie is strange and prefers to sleep in the closet in a suitcase with soft blankets in it. Of course she is old so who knows how her brain works. She just wants to eat and sleep.
Last night was the first night that Phyllis didn't come and get me to sit on the couch with her. I went out of the bedroom and walked to her and asked her to pick me up and let me lay next to her. She was very happy.
Walking outside has been an issue with us. Phyllis takes me out to do my business but I refuse to walk anyplace after that. At night when she takes me out I like to walk a little bit but only my way and I have her trained to that. Of course walking is hard because my leg hurts, but I am not used to being walked on leash and I don't like it. So she takes me out and puts me on the grass and I do whatever it is I have to do and then I just stand there. Phyllis tugs a little on the leash but I refuse to move. Soooooo, just like I like it she picks me up and carries me back into the house. She tries lots of stuff to make me walk. She makes funny sounds, she talks to me in a very high voice and tells me how good I am, but eventually I get my way. I love it when she picks me up and kisses my head and tickles my belly and whispers in my ear and cuddles me. Who wants to take a walk when I can stand my ground and get all that attention.
Monday, whichis tomorrow I heard Phyllis say that I was going to an orthopedic surgeon to see about my leg. I know what that is because I may be small but I am very smart.
So I will be back to tell you what happens at the dogtor visit.
By the way, I am not interested in other dogs like Elvis and Cookie. I do, however, like Phyllis a lot
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Paris comes to Florida
My name is Paris and I just arrived 4 hours ago from a long plane trip. I was given up by my owner who just didn't have time for me and never taught me lots of things that I need to know to be a great dog. I am 4 years old and weigh less than 4 pounds and if I must say so, I am very cute.
I know that the papers that came with me said I am not housebroken. So far I am making a fool of my last owner, who by the way, did I say they gave me up because they had no time for me?
Well I peed on a wee wee pad just like I know I am supposed to. I was afraid to eat when I got here, but I finally got so hungry I just had to. Then Phyllis took me outside. I did my business out there too. So some people just don't know how to take care of us so we can do what we have to do instead of them telling people we go on the floor. No way.
I am trying to be brave but it is very scary here. I don't really know Phyllis but she was nice enough to feed me first with her hand and then I went to the bowl and ate myself. I also tried out the water here. I am going to sign off now because I am very tired. But before I do I just want to add.....
I heard Phyllis say I would sleep in her bed with the other dogs. I never slept in bed in Tennessee just on a blanket on the floor so I will let you know what it's like real soon.
Oh, I almost forgot. I have a very sore back knee. It really hurt after being on the plane so long. I think I may need an operation to fix it. I need to find out what operation means. Phyllis said it but she talks funny so she may have said something else. She told me that my teeth need to be cleaned too because nobody ever bothered taking care of them.
Did I tell you I was given away because my old owner didn't have time for me? I don't need much and they gave me less! You would think I needed long walks, or movies, or long conversations. All I need is to be fed, and kissed and hugged and shown a little love. Is that much to ask?
I was here for 5 minutes when Phyllis picked me up and gave me lots of kisses and hugs and told me she would love me forever, even when I go to a forever home, whatever that is. So far I haven't had one, because someone thought I was too much to bother with.
And another thing I heard Phyllis say......Even if I have an accident in the house how much could it be. She said if I were a great big dog she might get annoyed, but what can a little dog less than 4 pounds do anyway. That's what she said alright. And I am going to try very hard to prove my old owner, who had no time for me, that they are wrong and that I deserve nothing but the best loving, the best water, and the best food.
I'll be back soon as soon as I figure things out here.
I know that the papers that came with me said I am not housebroken. So far I am making a fool of my last owner, who by the way, did I say they gave me up because they had no time for me?
Well I peed on a wee wee pad just like I know I am supposed to. I was afraid to eat when I got here, but I finally got so hungry I just had to. Then Phyllis took me outside. I did my business out there too. So some people just don't know how to take care of us so we can do what we have to do instead of them telling people we go on the floor. No way.
I am trying to be brave but it is very scary here. I don't really know Phyllis but she was nice enough to feed me first with her hand and then I went to the bowl and ate myself. I also tried out the water here. I am going to sign off now because I am very tired. But before I do I just want to add.....
I heard Phyllis say I would sleep in her bed with the other dogs. I never slept in bed in Tennessee just on a blanket on the floor so I will let you know what it's like real soon.
Oh, I almost forgot. I have a very sore back knee. It really hurt after being on the plane so long. I think I may need an operation to fix it. I need to find out what operation means. Phyllis said it but she talks funny so she may have said something else. She told me that my teeth need to be cleaned too because nobody ever bothered taking care of them.
Did I tell you I was given away because my old owner didn't have time for me? I don't need much and they gave me less! You would think I needed long walks, or movies, or long conversations. All I need is to be fed, and kissed and hugged and shown a little love. Is that much to ask?
I was here for 5 minutes when Phyllis picked me up and gave me lots of kisses and hugs and told me she would love me forever, even when I go to a forever home, whatever that is. So far I haven't had one, because someone thought I was too much to bother with.
And another thing I heard Phyllis say......Even if I have an accident in the house how much could it be. She said if I were a great big dog she might get annoyed, but what can a little dog less than 4 pounds do anyway. That's what she said alright. And I am going to try very hard to prove my old owner, who had no time for me, that they are wrong and that I deserve nothing but the best loving, the best water, and the best food.
I'll be back soon as soon as I figure things out here.
Cruze has left the building
Hi everyone - Cruze here. I know my story was rather short but I have no issues and I don't want to play with toys. The only thing I ever wanted to do while I was here was sit with Phyllis. When she got up, I got up and just followed her with my eyes always asking when she would sit down again so I could cuddle with her. I loved sleeping in bed with Phyllis and the other dogs.
Anyway while I was here I did learn to potty outside but would have an accident when Phyllis went out so she put a belly band on me so I would not wet the floor. Since I was used to make babies I prefer the sidewalk to grass but to each his own.
The big news for me is that now I am living in Vero Beach. I finally told Phyllis how old I was. It wasn't easy but together we figured out that I am 10 years old. So now I live with an older lady who just loves me to pieces. I am still trying to let her know that when she sits with me I am at my happiest. So guys and gals, that's my story. A little short and boring but we are all different and we don't all have exciting lives when we get older. I am so glad I am healthy now and living with a lady who loves me and cares for me. I get good food and lots of love. I will live the rest of my life with her I hope and we will live happily ever after. But don't leave yet, because a new little yorkie has come to live with Phyllis. I'm sure she will tell you her story soon.
Anyway while I was here I did learn to potty outside but would have an accident when Phyllis went out so she put a belly band on me so I would not wet the floor. Since I was used to make babies I prefer the sidewalk to grass but to each his own.
The big news for me is that now I am living in Vero Beach. I finally told Phyllis how old I was. It wasn't easy but together we figured out that I am 10 years old. So now I live with an older lady who just loves me to pieces. I am still trying to let her know that when she sits with me I am at my happiest. So guys and gals, that's my story. A little short and boring but we are all different and we don't all have exciting lives when we get older. I am so glad I am healthy now and living with a lady who loves me and cares for me. I get good food and lots of love. I will live the rest of my life with her I hope and we will live happily ever after. But don't leave yet, because a new little yorkie has come to live with Phyllis. I'm sure she will tell you her story soon.
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