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As my little E's passion for the Yorkshire Terrier burns as brightly as ever and as my good friends are falling all around me and getting dogs, I have spent some time on the web looking at rescue dogs. I don't want a dog. Dogs smell and they have to be walked and I am lazy and did not like getting out of bed even for my own precious children. But even my sloth has its limits. My little E wants a dog and I am not sure that it's not a cruel deprivation to have her go dogless her whole short childhood.
So. The rescued Yorkie. It turns out, the kind of people who are into Yorkshire Terriers -- is anyone but me surprised? -- primarily talk babytalk. I know a lot of shelters write little posts in the first person "I was found walking along a sidewalk with no collar. I was underweight" -- etc. but the Yorkie people are a breed unto themselves. I just went searching for suitable quotations to post here but the stories from Yorkie Rescue are so sad and heartbreaking and the people who write the descriptions are such good, loving people, I cannot bring myself to mock them. What they do to save these sick and abandoned animals is admirable and must take some sacrifice--at least for some of them--of both time and money. But I do wish they would not speak for the dogs themselves. That does really get on my nerves. Their work would be just as fine if they just spoke for themselves and that's all I'm going to say.
I've spent all day crafting a letter of apology to a dear friend. I have no idea whether I've done a good job and my head is splitting. But Yorkie Rescue: it exists. Who knew?
So. The rescued Yorkie. It turns out, the kind of people who are into Yorkshire Terriers -- is anyone but me surprised? -- primarily talk babytalk. I know a lot of shelters write little posts in the first person "I was found walking along a sidewalk with no collar. I was underweight" -- etc. but the Yorkie people are a breed unto themselves. I just went searching for suitable quotations to post here but the stories from Yorkie Rescue are so sad and heartbreaking and the people who write the descriptions are such good, loving people, I cannot bring myself to mock them. What they do to save these sick and abandoned animals is admirable and must take some sacrifice--at least for some of them--of both time and money. But I do wish they would not speak for the dogs themselves. That does really get on my nerves. Their work would be just as fine if they just spoke for themselves and that's all I'm going to say.
I've spent all day crafting a letter of apology to a dear friend. I have no idea whether I've done a good job and my head is splitting. But Yorkie Rescue: it exists. Who knew?