JuniorMintz
07-10-2006, 08:14 AM
SOOOOO...
I didn't write about this earlier, because I'm lazy and because of the hacks and whatnot. But we're back, so here goes nothin'!
About 2 months ago, my coworker found a male Yorkie behind the dumpster while taking out the trash. She gave him to me, and he was filthy, but very sweet and loving... the best dog ever!
I freaked out because I've wanted a Yorkie my whole life, and was so excited to finally have one!
I took him home, first stopping at the Petco by my home to stock up on all sorts of stuff... food, treats, a collar (he had none), toys, a carrier, a bed, etc... then I gave him a good bath, flea treatment (he had a few) and a trim (he had all kinds of foxtails and burrs in his hair).
Then I realized (too late) that the only thing I had forgotten to do in all the excitement was to call my husband and tell him I found a dog. :o
So, after a bit of pouting and puppy eyes (from me AND the dog), he relented, and life was good!
I should have known things were too good to be true. He was perfectly housetrained. He got along with everybody (but especially me). He didn't mind car rides or having his teeth brushed, and didn't fuss *too* much at bathtime.
We woke up early every morning for walks (I *never* wake up early!), he slept on my chest every night, and he whined whenever I had to leave him behind for work. In the meanwhile, I had posted a few signs near where he was found that read "FOUND-Dog. Call to ID." No way was I going to give him up without a fight!
Still, I always knew in the back of my head that if I ever found out that he belonged to someone, I would have to give him back.
I'm terrible with choosing names. On the day I finally named him Charlie, I got the phone call from my mother.
Someone had finally placed an ad looking for him. I sat at my desk and stared at the wall for a while and thought about it... why did she take so long to place an ad? Was it possible there had been a mistake? Charlie was filthy when I found him, she was probably a terrible mother who didn't deserve him anyway!
But finally, I picked up the phone, and she was able to ID him quite easily.
I was crushed. And also terribly embarrassed, because I'm not usually one to cry but I had to rush out of my office into the bathroom choking back sobs and this was in front of about 8 or 9 people. They must have thought I was nuts.
So, that evening I met her at the promised place and gave Charlie back. Turns out his name was Delucca. I like Charlie better. :(
She was happy to have him back, but something about the whole thing just really pissed me off. The way she was acting, you could tell that the main reason she liked him was because Yorkies are expensive dogs, not because she loved HIM. Giving Charlie back was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a loooong time. I still miss him terribly. To his credit, Charlie did look distraught when I had to walk away and give him back for good.
But on the way out, she picked up her (Prada) purse and took out her (Louis Vuttion) wallet, and handed me a bundle of cash as a reward. I was surprised but thanked her and left without counting it. (I wanted to get the hell out of there before I started to cry again!)
When we got to the car, I counted it. $500! I was *shocked*.
I seriously thought about going back and returning it to her, but after thinking about it, I just put it back in my pocket. From a normal person, I wouldn't dream of taking that much money from them... but she was very obviously rich, with her new BMW and designer stuff and whatnot. Besides, she had already dropped about $1500 on the dog, anyway.
Richard and I went to dinner, talked about it, and decided to put the money away for a while. He also said I could get another puppy if I wanted, which I protested (because I know he's not really a dog person) until he cut me off.
"LISTEN. You're a nice girl. You're always doing things for other people, hard things, and not nearly enough of them thank you for it. Good things don't happen to people who deserve them very often. If a puppy will make you happy, then damnit, you're getting a puppy!"
That made me choke up again.
We put the money in my savings account (after paying the dinner tab, of course!), and it sat there for a few days.
Until...
I went to take the trash cans out one evening, and heard the small noise of something moving in the gutter.
That small noise was... ROCCO!
My new puppy!
He's a chihuahua mix... I think he's part pomeranian, too. He is a hyper little bastard, and I adore him! He was very small when I took him in... the vet said he was eight weeks at the time I brought him in, which means he's about 11 weeks now. He had a *terrible* case of worms, worse than I've seen in my experience, anyway. I think maybe someone dumped him in our area because of it. People suck.
But, here he is! I'll try to post another picture of him when he's actually facing the camera sometime, he always turns his head at the last second. I think he does it to annoy me. :rolleyes:
http://myspace-624.vo.llnwd.net/00914/42/69/914819624_l.jpg
So, that's that! I still really miss Charlie when I think about it, but Rocco is badass and he really keeps me busy. Life is funny sometimes, it really is.
I didn't write about this earlier, because I'm lazy and because of the hacks and whatnot. But we're back, so here goes nothin'!
About 2 months ago, my coworker found a male Yorkie behind the dumpster while taking out the trash. She gave him to me, and he was filthy, but very sweet and loving... the best dog ever!
I freaked out because I've wanted a Yorkie my whole life, and was so excited to finally have one!
I took him home, first stopping at the Petco by my home to stock up on all sorts of stuff... food, treats, a collar (he had none), toys, a carrier, a bed, etc... then I gave him a good bath, flea treatment (he had a few) and a trim (he had all kinds of foxtails and burrs in his hair).
Then I realized (too late) that the only thing I had forgotten to do in all the excitement was to call my husband and tell him I found a dog. :o
So, after a bit of pouting and puppy eyes (from me AND the dog), he relented, and life was good!
I should have known things were too good to be true. He was perfectly housetrained. He got along with everybody (but especially me). He didn't mind car rides or having his teeth brushed, and didn't fuss *too* much at bathtime.
We woke up early every morning for walks (I *never* wake up early!), he slept on my chest every night, and he whined whenever I had to leave him behind for work. In the meanwhile, I had posted a few signs near where he was found that read "FOUND-Dog. Call to ID." No way was I going to give him up without a fight!
Still, I always knew in the back of my head that if I ever found out that he belonged to someone, I would have to give him back.
I'm terrible with choosing names. On the day I finally named him Charlie, I got the phone call from my mother.
Someone had finally placed an ad looking for him. I sat at my desk and stared at the wall for a while and thought about it... why did she take so long to place an ad? Was it possible there had been a mistake? Charlie was filthy when I found him, she was probably a terrible mother who didn't deserve him anyway!
But finally, I picked up the phone, and she was able to ID him quite easily.
I was crushed. And also terribly embarrassed, because I'm not usually one to cry but I had to rush out of my office into the bathroom choking back sobs and this was in front of about 8 or 9 people. They must have thought I was nuts.
So, that evening I met her at the promised place and gave Charlie back. Turns out his name was Delucca. I like Charlie better. :(
She was happy to have him back, but something about the whole thing just really pissed me off. The way she was acting, you could tell that the main reason she liked him was because Yorkies are expensive dogs, not because she loved HIM. Giving Charlie back was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a loooong time. I still miss him terribly. To his credit, Charlie did look distraught when I had to walk away and give him back for good.
But on the way out, she picked up her (Prada) purse and took out her (Louis Vuttion) wallet, and handed me a bundle of cash as a reward. I was surprised but thanked her and left without counting it. (I wanted to get the hell out of there before I started to cry again!)
When we got to the car, I counted it. $500! I was *shocked*.
I seriously thought about going back and returning it to her, but after thinking about it, I just put it back in my pocket. From a normal person, I wouldn't dream of taking that much money from them... but she was very obviously rich, with her new BMW and designer stuff and whatnot. Besides, she had already dropped about $1500 on the dog, anyway.
Richard and I went to dinner, talked about it, and decided to put the money away for a while. He also said I could get another puppy if I wanted, which I protested (because I know he's not really a dog person) until he cut me off.
"LISTEN. You're a nice girl. You're always doing things for other people, hard things, and not nearly enough of them thank you for it. Good things don't happen to people who deserve them very often. If a puppy will make you happy, then damnit, you're getting a puppy!"
That made me choke up again.
We put the money in my savings account (after paying the dinner tab, of course!), and it sat there for a few days.
Until...
I went to take the trash cans out one evening, and heard the small noise of something moving in the gutter.
That small noise was... ROCCO!
My new puppy!
He's a chihuahua mix... I think he's part pomeranian, too. He is a hyper little bastard, and I adore him! He was very small when I took him in... the vet said he was eight weeks at the time I brought him in, which means he's about 11 weeks now. He had a *terrible* case of worms, worse than I've seen in my experience, anyway. I think maybe someone dumped him in our area because of it. People suck.
But, here he is! I'll try to post another picture of him when he's actually facing the camera sometime, he always turns his head at the last second. I think he does it to annoy me. :rolleyes:
http://myspace-624.vo.llnwd.net/00914/42/69/914819624_l.jpg
So, that's that! I still really miss Charlie when I think about it, but Rocco is badass and he really keeps me busy. Life is funny sometimes, it really is.