Where do you live? On the Peninsula in California
Breed: A rescued purebred Yorkshire Terrier
Your dog is rescue
Your dog is a boy
Favorite Food: A little fresh raw beef and apple added to his dry food
Favorite Toy: His stuffed monkey and his new skateboard
Favorite Place To Go: Anywhere and everywhere (he loves going for rides in his car seat)...especially to Francine's to see Bella...e
Best Trick: Is sleeping on his back with legs up, his mouth open and his tongue slightly out considered a trick?
Best Friend: Zeus
Wildcard: He LOVES toys...and very morning, he goes to his toy pile and picks out a different toy that he'll favor that day
Pet Peeve: That he can't get to where squirrels and birds can
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Bio: We had been exposed to Yorkies through the years and found that, aside from being really portable and easy to travel with, the breed generally has a very sweet and playful big dog personality.
When the decision to get our own Yorkie was made, we were pretty adamant about getting a puppy (rather than an adult to avoid having to untrain bad habits) from a breeder (rather than a rescue to avoid having to deal with a dog with a bad history).
About a month or so after a deposit was already given to a breeder for a Yorkie pup, we came across (and ultimately adopting) this rescue that was in desperate need of loving care and a good home---a scrawny, malnurished, unkempt, flea-ridden, adult Yorkie of unknown age.
So, while the original wish was for a breeder puppy with no history or habits to have to untrain, the absolute most perfect dog---who is now healthy, incredibly cute, sweet, affectionate, happy, playful and funny---came as this pathetic, emaciated and sad looking adult rescue Yorkie who wasn’t potty trained, didn’t know how to walk with a leash, nor eat from a bowl. Proof, once again, that rescue dogs rule!