Last night, I revealed to you that The Yankee has a new love.
And I thought you might just be interested in a few
of the nitty-gritty details.
in order to fully understand how this pair came to be,
you'll have to travel back in time with me—
to the beginning of this little tale.
Some time ago, darling daughter called to inform me that she had a very special
surprise for me. Knowing that I had wanted a Yorkshire Terrier
since my high school days, she had eagerly accepted the offer to adopt the
six-year-old little ball of fur shown above...
just for me.
However, as it happened, the week that she made this commitment was the
very week I had committed to keep my then-two-year-old granddaughter—
her daughter—for five days.
Needless to say, a frightened little pooch being thrust into a strange environment,
coupled with the boundless energy of a rambunctious two-year-old,
is anything but an ideal situation.
There was only one solution!
I spent five days keeping precious granddaughter
occupied, while The Yankee spent that entire time pretty much holding
and consoling the pitiful three and a half pound pooch.
who do you think my dog bonded with?
From that point on, the two of them have been inseparable.
Whether it's hiking around the woods of our farm, napping on the sofa,
or snacking in the kitchen...
where you find one, you are sure to spot the other.
And where does that leave me?
by the most adorable, teeny, toy Yorkie!
Meet Mozart—my competition! ; )