This yorkie page is dedicated to: Pinkie
Pinkie's story is a little crazy
and wild. What I went through, for her is really pretty extreme. When I worked at the Animal Shelter,
I was called about some people who lived on the mountain, who raised yorkies. They were as the caller said "had gotten into some trouble with the law and seperated and kind of left town suddenly". The neighbors had no ideal they left a dog
behind because they saw them selling them right before they left.
To their surprise one night they heard one barking. After checking the
area they could not find one but every night they heard one barking and yelling. You can't even imagine, in your wildest dreams the
shape this poor dog was in when I found her and might I add, two weeks had past since they had left. I went up there and went on the property, the
grass was waist high there was no signs of life no water or electric. I looked
and looked in the woods until I finally gave up and started to leave.
As I went to leave I decided to make one more last whistle and yell. I
began to hear something making sounds. I went back into the woods and followed the yelps
there she was, in a home made rabbit cage like thing that was so small, with no top to protect her from the rain, just a cage. Totally dehydrated,
so flea infested her tiny body was reaping of bloody matts, she was so dirty
she actually had cradle cap, not to mention the ring worm. There was a large cat food can in her cage, half full of live active maggots working, and the temperature was about 87 degrees that day. I took
her immediately to the Vet.
Pinkie 3-20-2000 |
Yorkshire Terrier Breed Information
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