I had never thought much of Yorkshire Terriers. They were tiny and needy. I was a pit bull girl. And I had fallen in love with a two year old blue- fawn, light blue eyed pit bull named Mika. I changed her name to Mika Kylie, after my blue pit bull that had passed away called Kylie. Mika Kylie is a rough and tumble furbaby with a soft spot for a19 pound solid ruby Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that my boyfriend got me for Christmas three years ago. Her name was Holly, in honor of the Christmastime spirit. She was my first dog ever, and she came with another dog of the same breed. His name was Wolsey. He was 13 pounds, blenheim(That's pearly white and ruby colored) and a handful. He and Holly were polar opposites. She was introverted and quiet. He was obnoxious and rambunctious.
I never had pets before, so I had no idea what I was doing with these two dogs. Wolsey liked to follow me into the shower and bark at anyone who was male. He was a jealous dog. Although he was obnoxious and made my head spin, I treated him the same way I treated Holly and I never thought about giving him away. I didn't know how much I actually loved this dog until he became sick with syringomyelia. My boyfriend's parents offered to take him and care for him until his death, but then I would never see him, and so I had do decline their nice offer. They were so sure that he was going to die and didn't want me to experience that, but I had hope for him. I got a second job to help pay for his surgery and medical treatment. I wasn't going to let him die. Back and forth trips to the vet were stressing only because my money was tight. I was always glad to take him. Wolsey had made it through surgery and I reunited with him at a daycare center for recovering dogs and cats. I thought our plight was over and I could finally take him home to his sister, Holly. But he was just too weak. Although, the surgery was successful, Wolsey just wasn't strong enough and he died a couple of months later, at our house. Now, I understood why Knud's parents wanted to take him off my hands. His death hit me hard. It was like a human family member had died.
I had to bury my Wolsey, but he will never be forgotten. As obnoxious as he was, he kept things fun and interesting. We had to say goodbye and I wished him luck and safe passing over the rainbow to eternal bliss.
Wolsey was a Christmas gift, and I think about him most during Christmastimes. My other Christmas dog, Holly, had to go on without her crazy brother. Life was dull, and boring.
I tried to spice up play time by buying expensive interactive toys, but after a while, those were boring to her, too. I needed another dog, as much as I tried to ignore it. Holly needed a playmate.
When my boyfriend, Knud, came across Kylie, a blue pit bull, I was ecstatic. I love pit bulls. They are my favorite breed. This was good timing because now I didn't have to troll the shelters for a friend for Holly. But there was a problem. Kylie was on old girl. She was still strong , but lacked energy and didn't care for play. Her and Holly playing together was like watching a small child pestering their senior citizen neighbor. It just wasn't right. Kylie died of old dog age. She was healthy, but her time was up. We never knew her actual age. We only knew she was very old and Knud found her outside an office building.
A much younger pit bull entered our lives. Her personality reminded me of Wolsey. She was just as obnoxious, rambunctious, and zesty and boisterous. Mix that with her 60 pound size and you got problems. She loves to come into the kitchen and watch me cook. She always thinks she's getting something to eat. She helped Holly to liven up and they love each other and play nice together.
Then, Knud comes home with this 6 pound ratty looking dog, and he wants to keep him. He is a yorkie and we named him Fritz because he looks like a Fritz. Knud adopted him from the local animal shelter. I knew yorkies were a needy breed, but didn't know how needy. But, I soon found out. Fritz would shiver a lot, even when it was just a nice breezy wind outside.
So, we had to buy clothes! We bought him shirts, hoodies, and a cumfy coat. His hair is always in his eyes, making it hard for him to see. Since we can't always afford the groomer, I bought him some barrettes to pin his hair out of his face.
Knud accuses me of treating Fritz like a girl and worse, like a doll. Fritz is a scatterbrained little dog and he doesn't mind clothes. It's like he knows he needs to wear them. I try to stick to boy colors, like blues, greens and browns. But sometimes I put him in something pink just because it looks cute on him. Now all my dogs have something on their backs, even Mika Kylie, the pit bull. She has a pink knitted cord sweater that she sports on cold days and a set of doggie booties, and a baseball jersey. These dogs have jerseys and a lot of baseball themed clothes, bowls, and toys because Knud is obsessed with MLB.
I never thought I would accept Fritz. He wasn't my favorite breed and I found him quite annoying. But his big, expressive brown eyes and babyish demeanor begged for me to love him, and I was won over by a yorkie for the first time ever. Our three dogs are very different sizes, but somehow they manage to play nicely and never hurt each other, so I stopped worrying about that.
Holly now has the perfect playmates, and Mika Kylie and Fritz now have a nice, warm home to play, eat, and roam.
The end. =)