I am sad because my Yorkie, Penfold, is dead. For the first time in 20+ years, there is no Yorkie in my home. This is a serious bummer.
Moreover, my Sweet Babou is sad because he and the wee Yorkie were particularly attached. They bonded over Penfold’s puppy antics. For example, Penfold’s main goal in life was to poop on rocks. Not gravel, mind you. He wanted to poop on BIG rocks. To crap on a boulder would have brought him joys untold. As it was, during walks Penfold would hold his poo until he could find the biggest available rock, and then hoist his butt up (sometimes over his head) in order to poop on said rock.
This brought my husband deep and profound mirth.
Penfold also like to run fast in the snow. He was a lazy little guy, often demanding that we carry him home from walkies. Yet when there was some fresh powder on the ground he turned into a canine Usain Bolt. His ears would stream out behind him like banners and he would zoom through the snow. Occasionally he would miscalculate and get himself stuck in a drift, necessitating a rescue. Then he would hare off again, apparently riding an invisible sled (Rosebud?) we couldn’t see.
The dog also HATED rain. He could not abide to have water fall on him from the sky. Whenever he had to do his business on a rainy day, he would make what we called the “sad llama” to denote his abhorrence of the whole thing. Seriously, he looked like this:
Then he would come in and dry his face on the carpet. He didn’t mind the rest of him being wet, but damp facial fur was heinous in his opinion.
He also thought the TV set was a window. Due to our taste for nature programs, he thought meerkats and mongoose families lived outside. He studied them so intensely that he learned to stand up on his back legs just like they did. He would growl at the snakes during mongoose battles. He would whimper when baby meerkats were shown, because he wanted to sniff them so very badly.
Penfold was also yellow as a buttercup. He would bark at squirrels, but if one didn’t run he was terrified. I also saw him get served by a wren that hopped at him. He fled in terror from a wren. He was also afraid of his food dish.
We miss our little dog.