Hi, I'm Shayne

I am here with Phyllis and I will tell you what I know.  I had an owner since I was a puppy.  Last week my owners surrendered me to a high kill facility and United Yorkiie Rescue saved me from death and asked Phyllis if she would foster me. 
I am around two years old.  I weight 3.2 pounds but Phyllis says I should weigh aboutt five pounds as she tells me that I am malnourished, whatever that means.  When the kill facility found out that UYR would take me they had to put me to sleep in order to shave me as I was covered with knots, and feces, and urine and lots of bugs.  I was much too scared to do it while I was awake as I kept biting everyone who tried to touch me.
So my story really begins when I was rescued because it was not a story before that, it was a nightmare.  Phyllis met her friend who got me out of that awful cage with all the noise around me.  Her friend told her that she didn't think I had ever been touched because if someone tries to pick me up I go ballistic.  I have now bitten Phyllis at least 5 times and it took her awhile to figure out how to pick me up. 
So, I got here Friday night, November 23rd.  Phyllis tried to pick me up to take me out of the car and I bit her and fought like I was covered in red ants!  So she got out of the car and I came out on my own and she brought me in the house.  I couldn't really move because I was so scared.  And also because I had just had a neuter which is no fun.
Phyllis had a bed and wee wee pads and water in her bathroom in case I was aggressive and needed to be separated from the other dogs. 
She brought me food and I was very happy about that.  I know I need to eat so I scoffed down all the kibble she gave me and went to sleep
Saturday was a hard day for Phyllis and for me.  She seems nice and she feeds me and I will let her pat my head but picking me up is not the best thing.  I keep trying to tell her to leave me alone but she kept picking me up and I bit her several times  I did hear her say some words I really should not repeat so I don't think she was happy.  Late in the afternoon after I bit her she just carried me around the whole block.  I tried to get away all the time but she just kept walking while she held me with her hands in the sleeves of her jacket, thinking it woud help me calm down and I did but couldn't wait to be put back in the house.
Phyllis is not a young woman so her thought process is a little slower than the brightest light on the tree.  Not to say she's not smart, but it takes her awhile to figure things out.
This morning when she was taking us out, first Elvis and Cookie, her dogs because they wake her up to go out.  Then Carter the other foster who lives here, but doesn't have a story because he is pretty boring, and finally it was my turn and this time she fooled me.  She picked me up in a towel and I couldn't get near my favorite thumb to bite.  She carried me outside for awhile and I fought less than yesterday but I know I have a long way to go.
I hope I can stay here for awhile and get more used to being with nice people and other dogs.  I did explore the apartment today.  I went too close to Elvis and he came out barking and that was very scary.  I am happy to be alone in my bed in the bathroom.  No gate and I can go wherever I want.
Phyllis is going to try to help me like to be touched and maybe to play, but for right now I just want to be left alone.