One day in my despair, I chose to take in and mother a new little puppy. Although I coaxed for him using my upcoming birthday as an excuse for this perfect gift, the month wait was entirely to long. So Buca, a beautiful little Yorkshire terrier, came to live with me in October 2002.
I was elated and totally fulfilled but eventually felt Buca needed a companion since he was left alone a lot while I was working full time. Even though Greg would get home from his job midday to early afternoon, I still felt Buca had too many long hours alone and seemed to mind being left behind each day. My plea to Greg for a new little puppy included the rationale that we’d get the opposite sex and breed them. He could make money while I enjoyed the I’ve never spent a moment regretting their entrance into my life. They did fill a huge void and I love them dearly.
My only regret is the one and only time I bred them.

It’s not all bad, though, since Amy, Jason and the kids got a precious pup out of it and he’s a happy, well-behaved and wonderful dog. I think he has passed the love on and enriched their lives even though they already have fullness of love to the max.
But in spite of all that, it was an incredibly difficult experience to part with three adorable babies. I vowed to NEVER do it again. No amount of money could put me through that agony another time.
Life has been good with my two little chumps and although I’ve said that some day down the road when the time came, I would like to adopt a rescue Yorkie, I never expected it would be this soon or while the other two were alive and well. But lo and behold, the opportunity came knocking. The need was there and my heart was overwhelmed with excitement and plenty of love for another so last month little Tia Maria came to live with us. She’s got a super personality and I love her dearly. She was found in Florida, 30 miles from the nearest home, covered in mud standing on a levy in the middle of a swamp with crocodiles lurking not too far in the distance. Her bones were covered in nothing more than skin. She was only days away from certain death. It’s quite apparent that she had previously been housed in a kennel. It was clearly evident by the tell tale signs of her constant spinning in circles, her fear of grass or anything soft under her feet and no idea of where to potty. Wherever she is when the need arises seems just fine to her. Also the vet said her teeth are in such bad shape that he was unable to give an educated guess at her age. He said her teeth appear to be worn and damaged by constant gnawing on metal. Again, just another sign of being kennel kept. I have decided she must be less than 2 years since she still likes to chew everything. Now that she is getting healthier and building up muscle tone she is much more active and constantly playing. Unable at first to go up or down steps, jump on or off furniture and barely walk she has now conquered the steps and is able to jump down from most places. Her legs have filled out to match the size of her paws and she has gained 6 lbs which is a tremendous amount for a Yorkie considering some only weigh a full 6 lbs as healthy full grown adults. She is the body size of Marnier but already weighing in at 1 lb heavier. Welcome Tia Maria.
But in spite of all that, it was an incredibly difficult experience to part with three adorable babies. I vowed to NEVER do it again. No amount of money could put me through that agony another time.
Life has been good with my two little chumps and although I’ve said that some day down the road when the time came, I would like to adopt a rescue Yorkie, I never expected it would be this soon or while the other two were alive and well. But lo and behold, the opportunity came knocking. The need was there and my heart was overwhelmed with excitement and plenty of love for another so last month little Tia Maria came to live with us. She’s got a super personality and I love her dearly. She was found in Florida, 30 miles from the nearest home, covered in mud standing on a levy in the middle of a swamp with crocodiles lurking not too far in the distance. Her bones were covered in nothing more than skin. She was only days away from certain death. It’s quite apparent that she had previously been housed in a kennel. It was clearly evident by the tell tale signs of her constant spinning in circles, her fear of grass or anything soft under her feet and no idea of where to potty. Wherever she is when the need arises seems just fine to her. Also the vet said her teeth are in such bad shape that he was unable to give an educated guess at her age. He said her teeth appear to be worn and damaged by constant gnawing on metal. Again, just another sign of being kennel kept. I have decided she must be less than 2 years since she still likes to chew everything. Now that she is getting healthier and building up muscle tone she is much more active and constantly playing. Unable at first to go up or down steps, jump on or off furniture and barely walk she has now conquered the steps and is able to jump down from most places. Her legs have filled out to match the size of her paws and she has gained 6 lbs which is a tremendous amount for a Yorkie considering some only weigh a full 6 lbs as healthy full grown adults. She is the body size of Marnier but already weighing in at 1 lb heavier. Welcome Tia Maria.
All very sweet! So glad you finally posted :)
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