In Love With Another Guy
September 07, 2011
I didn’t think it would be possible, but I’ve fallen in love with another guy. His name is Chester. He has silver and blonde hair, weighs 8 ½ pounds, and has more energy than I know what to do with. He is my 1 year old Yorkie. In December, my husband and I had to have our 17 ½ year old Yorkie, Ollie, put to sleep. I didn’t think I would be able to love a dog as much as I did that little 4 ½ pound bundle of fur. My husband didn’t think he could live in a house without a Yorkie running around in it. He immediately began looking for reputable breeders in the Kansas City area who had puppies available. I had my doubts. I just wanted to grieve. I knew that people grieve in different ways, so I was willing to look for a dog for my husband.
We found a breeder that had a lot of good reviews from people who had purchased dogs from them. We went to their home to view several 8-week old puppies that they had. While we were there, they also brought in some six month old puppies. One came up to both my husband and I and wriggled around in our laps and licked our faces. I looked at my husband and said "This is the one." He agreed.
Chester is nothing like Ollie, which makes him even more special to us because he is his own little self. He’s quieter about some things. Yappier about others. He is frightened of more things (which I find a little funny since he is nearly twice the size Ollie was). He greets us on his hind legs with his front legs in the air like a kid wanting to be picked up. He has invented some games he likes to play -- roll the ball down the stairs, roll the ball under the sofa and growl and beg until we try to get it out, then dive in and get it himself. He has taught me to "Never say never."
Blue Ridge Branch