Yorkie: A Short Story

On my 17th birthday, I walked into my bedroom to see a snow white puppy with brown spots. He was in the middle of the floor laying on a furry, green pet pillow. A 4 month old pekingese that I named Baizil. He was afraid at first and only came out of the room for food, and to use the bathroom. Baizil was the sweetest ,laziest, most overprotective dog I had ever seen.

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

Then we got Rex.. well he was a retired cop dog and I could literally ride him around. He lasted about 5 months then someone stole him. Then we got George Regan, well this dog was so stupid he'd pee on you every time you pet him. He ended up biting someone on dogwood.. I have no clue how he got that far or why.. but the peoples daughter he bit kept him.. or perhaps they killed him and didnt tell me? Well then we got Jack, he was a jack russel looked just like wishbone. I went to work with mom for some reason, and one of her coworkers had him on a leash out front, well I asked if I could pet him and she said of course he's yours! That was a surprise and sweet gift from the Barbara. We had him probably 7 years, he ate her peper spray once and went blind he sill could jump up to your neck. So we took him everywhere he was my best buddy. He was the only one she'd let me keep in the house ( 50% of the time). Then her and amanda backed over him on christmas eve one year (I might have already told you this) I was out at lavanias with the village and here comes amanda in crying, she throws off her wig

The first yorkie was seen at a bench show in the 19th century. the yorkie was around for 100 years now. At first, The yorkie was called the “Broken-haired Scotch Terrier.” It this title for almost ten years, Until after one bench show, A reporter said that the dog was called Yorkshire Terrier because the dog was found in Yorkshire, England.

I remember it was raining that day. The ground was wet and the air was cool and there was a nice summer breeze. When i got home i drank a lot of water and eat some food i took from the party. I was very happy to get my black belt. My mother said she wanted to give me a gift, I asked her what type of gift. She told me she wanted to get one of the neighbors puppies. We rushed to the store and went to go get a dog bed a toy and food and water bowl.We bought this fake grass mat, it’s supposed to train the dog. Two hours after the neighbor came with the dog who was extremely excited to meet new people.He was small and a brownish color with very fluffy fur. Nice brown eyes and a curled tail.The dog was a poodle so his ears were floppy.He jumped on my leg and started licking my hand.I pet him, i was excited to play with him i took his toy which was a duck and too large for him at the

When they told me about adopting a furry little creature, I was completely ecstatic; I loved dogs and had wanted one ever since I first tried to pet one on the street. This time, I was completly fine with my parents making a decision for me; now this was the best surprise. So a week later, I convinced my parents to visit the nearest dog shelter. As we entered, we saw about 20 enclosure each containing a dog. None of the dogs looked or sounded alike; some were fluffy, spotted, tiny, or even bigger than me. We walked down the hall of dogs and I spotted a furious, little puppy. I read the card on the front of the gate and found that this adorable dog was a poodle and his name was Gucci; the dog was also only a year and two months. But the most interesting part about the small puppy was not on his information card. Instead, it was on his front left leg; his leg was encased in a bright red cast, so he was healing from a broken leg. Soon after, my parents and I realized that Gucci was healing from something much worse than a broken leg.

It was the 11th of January and we were going to get a new dog. The road has ice, snow and sleet. I had a headache and I was really tired. It was cold, cloudy, and bright. The ride was like a 4 hour ride because I slept through the whole thing and it was awesome. When I woke it we were still not there. So my mom, brother and I all played car games. When we got there it was loud and it made my head hurt even more than it did before. It was wet and really icy so I had to crawl. My mom asked “What are you doing on the ground.” I said “Crawling so I don’t fall on my butt or my side like I always do. When we went in we saw Peanut. The women said “The reason he has bad back legs is because he was at a puppy mill.” He was funny because he was slipping

I turned the doorknob to a beautiful land of...PUPPIES! They were in every corner in the house. My mom told me to pick out one that will grow not that big. I saw this little black ball in the corner of my eye. It was a miniature pinscher puppy. I wanted it. No other puppy. I wanted that one. I told my mom and she said it was the perfect one. we told the old lady that owned the dog house and she said that we could keep him. I asked her if it wa sa girl or a boy. The old lady said it was a boy. We took the BOY puppy to the car while my cousins picked out theirs. They came out with the same one! But it wa a different one of course but same breed. We all drove to our to my grandma’s house to eat dinner and play with our new puppies. On our way we named them my puppy got named Jackson. My cousin’s puppy got named Damian. When we got to my grandma’s house we started playing with Jackson and Damian. My dad picked up Jackson and rolled onto his back. Jackson started licking my dad on the cheek. I quickly grabbed the camera and took a

Dusten, Amie, and I all came home from middle school after a pretty rough day. Well, it was a rough day for me. I opened the garage door so we could enter the house because we never used the front door. When I opened the door, though, I was not expecting to see what I did. In a kennel that looked like it could fit a full grown dog, there was a little puppy. An english bulldog to be exact. When he saw us, he started barking at us. So I walked up to the cage and started to pet him through it. This calmed him down and he soon stopped barking.

One day I was coming home from the worst day of school, and this week it was my turn to let the dogs out of the cage and be attacked by the monster giant puppy. Just kidding, they are really small. So I walked into the house and set my stuff down. I went upstairs to unlock the cage. I waited for our puppy, Beau, to come out, but I never saw him. I looked around the room for him to see if he had somehow gotten out. Then I started saying,” BEAU, BEAU!!! Where are you?!!!,” to see if he would come out from his little hiding spot, but he never did. He wasn’t out in the room, so I looked under the blankets we had put in there. Then I found out that he had fallen asleep under the blanket. I woke him

Chad my Mom and I walk into are house and it was destroyed. Even my mickey mouse was chewed to bits, and in the middle of it all was our gold lab Krammer. Krammer was left outside during hurricane katrina, he was found wandering the streets. My Dad thought it would be a great idea to find a friend for our other dog summer, and he came home with the craziest dog ever. Krammer had extreme separation anxiety after being left during Katrina, so whenever we would leave he would chew out of his metal cage and chew stuff up and use the bathroom everywhere. But one day my dad decided to tie up his cage so he couldn't come out. He started freaking out after we left and he pooped and peed blood. When we got home they took him to the vet and they found out he had some illness and had to be put down that dreaded day.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

It was a sunny weekend, about mid-afternoon, the whole family minding there own buisness. Then, my mom proposed that we go a family dog walk. During this walk what could have gone wrong went wrong in almost a devastating way. Everyone got their shoes on and I called Luna and Katy from their doggie den, located in my brother's closet. I got the doggies harnessed up and attempted to tighten Luna harness that my mom and I purchased a couple days prior. My brothers and I ditched our parents, with the dogs, thinking that we would just walk down the hill and wait for them at the bottom. Since, our mom was taking forever to get ready and we were bored out of our minds.

Rose adopted me when I was four years old and she named me Rosie. There were thousands of other dogs there but she had always wanted a little white dog and there were two other ones that had a white ear but the rest of it was pink, they were twins. When we were walking home from the pet store she walked over to her best friends house his name was Elijah and he had a dog named William. I had one thought when he opened the door Rose had a crush, but I was wrong, actually I really never found out if I was right.

It was the close to the end of October in 2008 and I was eight at the time. My family had been looking to get another dog, when my mom found a red little female dachshund puppy we made plans to meet her owner after we left my uncle’s wedding rehearsal. From Union, Missouri, to Edgar Springs, Missouri, it was a two hour drive, this town was so small they had two fast food restaurants, and two gas stations. It was about 10:30 at night when we arrived and waited about five minutes when a lady pulled up in her small car, with a box of dachshund puppies and their mother. All of the dachshund puppies were chocolate and tan except for a little red puppy curled up under her mother. My sister and I was handed the red puppy and we played with her while my parents talked with the owner. I looked over to my dad where he was sitting on the ground playing with one of the other puppies.