Yorkies... Why'd it have to be Yorkies?
Growing up, my folks invested a lot of good effort and good times into rescuing mistreated and abandoned animals. One day, they brought home a pure-bred Yorkie "brood mare" from a puppy mill. It had lost all its teeth, so mom would make it baby food of boiled rice and raw beef paste. And it could only walk in a 2 foot circle - the size of cage she's lived in all it's life (and she was middle aged). She hated discernibly male humans (like her captors, no doubt). So I'd come home from school, and she'd attack! She come spiraling across the floor, snarling and yipping, hair flying, eyes maniacal, tongue flapping out the side of her teensy mouth. We called her Taz because of that. It was no harm to let her catch you... then she'd get tired, let go of your pant cuff, and spiral away, back to her little nest, like, "And don't come back!"
Growing up, my folks invested a lot of good effort and good times into rescuing mistreated and abandoned animals. One day, they brought home a pure-bred Yorkie "brood mare" from a puppy mill. It had lost all its teeth, so mom would make it baby food of boiled rice and raw beef paste. And it could only walk in a 2 foot circle - the size of cage she's lived in all it's life (and she was middle aged). She hated discernibly male humans (like her captors, no doubt). So I'd come home from school, and she'd attack! She come spiraling across the floor, snarling and yipping, hair flying, eyes maniacal, tongue flapping out the side of her teensy mouth. We called her Taz because of that. It was no harm to let her catch you... then she'd get tired, let go of your pant cuff, and spiral away, back to her little nest, like, "And don't come back!"
