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The Yorkshire Terrier

There are many little terrier dogs

Of every size and hue,

But the one I'd like to mention here

Is shaded tan and blue.

He's a cocky little devil

And he isn't any saint,

But a sappy little lap-dog

Is the very thing he ain't!

He struts along the garden path

His eyes boot-button bright,

And God help any straying cat

That comes into his sight.

His owners fear no burglars

For every sound he hears,

The softest, quietest footsteps

Will not pass his pricked up ears.

And if he is disturbed at night

Or danger is at hand,

He makes more of a racket

Than a fifty piece brass band!






If you click on the Yorkie it will take you to the outstanding site where I was able to borrow this poem from. the author is unknown, but it is very fitting to my yorkies.




Here is a cute little story that I picked up off of a yorkie mail list .


THE WELCOME


I hear it! I hear the car! HER car! And she's coming this way! Oh, oh, I must run in and grab a gift! I must greet her with a gift! Oh, 'BONK' missed the step. No matter, I must hurry. Move over, doggy door! She's coming, she's coming! Gift, gift, where, what, oh, oh, oh, ah! A plastic bottle she drinks from, right here on top of the container they call trash! Oh, perfect. She's coming, she's coming! Oh, oh, oh... The door! I hear the door sound that sounds right before she comes in! Oh, it's OPENING! SHE'S HOME! Oh, oh, 'wiggle, wiggle, wiggle' I cannot be still! You're home! And look, look, I have this nice bottle! Oh, oh, you're home! YOU'RE HOME! I have missed you so much, you've been gone hours, weeks, days, years! And so much has happened! A dog ran by and I chewed a tree and Pluto slept under the house and it rained a little! Oh, oh, oh! You're home, you're home! And you're touching me! I can't stand it, it's so marvelous! Oh, and you're speaking! "Murble, murble, good boy, murble, murble." YES! Your happy voice. Oh, I'm about to burst! I'm so happy, happy, happy! Yes! I want to jump! I'm not supposed to jump, but oh, oh, just a little jump! "Off." Darn. Oh, I cannot be still. I'll roll over and wiggle on my back! Oh, yes! She's rubbing me-my tummy, my head, my sides! Oh, oh, oh. Now what? Now where's she going? Oh, oh, yes! Back to the room where we sleep at night! Great! It has the big pad we sleep on and 'L-E-A-P' I can get up here close to her. And here she comes! Oh, oh, oh! I can stand on my legs and put my paws around her neck and-uh oh. Can't lick with this bottle in my mouth. But it's my present to her! Oh, oh, what to do? And she's rubbing me! But I want to lick her, oh, oh, I think I'm about to burst! "Off." Oh, darn. Drop the bottle. Oh, YES! She's coming back! She took off the pieces she puts on her eyes, and I can stand and 'lick, lick' I love you, I love you, I love you, I love 'lick, lick, lick' you taste so good, salty, sweet, I love that stuff you smear on your face every day, I love to lick it off, oh, oh, and you're rubbing me again! My back, my head, my ears, oh, oh 'lick, lick, lick'. "Murble, murble, Mac, good boy, murble, murble." "Off." Darn. I will lay here and watch her. Watch her peel her fur-it's not very warm fur, I don't think. How does she do that? And I will get that look on my face that always makes her come and rub me. The look where I roll my eyes up, and keep my head flat here and she will come...and she's putting on her play skin! YES! We will play-sometime. My tail cannot be still. I am SO happy, happy, happy. Now she's going in the room with the wonderful water bowl! I LOVE that water bowl-always cool, clean water! She'll be out in just a minute, just a minute, just a.....yes, she's coming! She's here again. Oh, oh, oh.... Now back to the room with the box that has pictures and sounds. Ah, I know what happens now. Yep, she's laying down on the big pad there. Now she'll sleep. But that's okay. She's HOME! SHE'S home. She's home. And she smells tired. So I will lay beside her here and guard her and wait while she sleeps. And when she wakes up she won't smell so tired. And we'll play and play. S-i-g-h. I'll just rest with her now, and smell her while she sleeps. And wait again. For, the next thing that happens, HE'LL be home. And then, oh, oh, zzzzzzzzzzz

***anonymous***




The Yorkshire terrier's size and doll-like appearance to say nothing of the dainty ribbons with which it is often adorned belie its toughness and determination. Toy breed fanciers are wont to boast that their tykes are actually "big dogs in little dog suits," but the Yorkie is one dog that can walk the talk. How many 5-pound toy males are up to breeding a 120-pound Rottweiler? Such was the bell-ringing achievement of Gizmo, a Yorkie male in Sarasota, Florida, who is the father of two Yorkie-Rotts. "He's a bigger man than we all thought," said Gizmo's owner to the Sarasota Herald-Tribune.


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