This web site has been created for something
I am absolutely and totally 'CRAZY' about.
My 5 Yorkshire Terriers (Yorkies) are
Beau, Delta, Savannah, Bubba and Timmy.
My Silky Terrier who I rescued out of a shelter in November of 2004, is Mr. Jones. He's a very special boy.
He's old, blind and deaf, but is still such a delight.
Some people tell me they're my obsession!
They may be right.
Let me start by first telling you about a little dog who will live in my heart forever.
It all started with Sweetie!
Sweetie was the first little Yorkie to come into my life. He was a little foundling who was completely housebroken and full of the cutest 'little old man' personality I had ever seen in a dog. My Veterinarian estimated his age at around 12 years at the time he came to me.
He loved everyone; adults, children and other small dogs, but when it came to other larger dogs, he just knew he was the baddest boy on the block! He tried several times to attack the three huge Belgian Malinois who live up the street. (One of their heads alone was larger than he was.) But he just knew he could take 'em! He had absolutely no idea he was such a little fella! He had that 'typical terrier temperament'. When it came to large dogs, Sweetie was truly a Yorkshire TERROR!
I loved him completely. He was my best friend and my buddy. He went everywhere with me.
It's because of him that I now know I will always have Yorkies.
Sadly, I have to tell you that he passed away of congestive heart failure on December 15, 1996.
Thank God it was quick and he didn't suffer. He gave me a wonderful year before he went to Rainbow Bridge.
He was the perfect little dog. I still think of him often. He was my heart and my soul.
I'll miss him forever. This web site is dedicated to him.
Sweetie, I'll meet you at Rainbow Bridge!
Sweetie and I, during a camping trip in the local mountains just north of Los Angeles.
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Sweetie was the first dog I ever had who scared a bear out of our campsite.
(If only that bear could have seen the source of that fierce growling and snarling coming out of the foot of my sleeping bag in our tent!)
