I know some of you have Yorkies.
I would imagine you understand their relationship, size-wise, to snack cakes.
Nigel and Llewis and Conley understand it.
They watched intently until the one in the baseball jersey came right up to the door and then two of the Bassets simply exploded. I think the one in the TuTu nearly fainted. The other one stood at our door barking.
I mean AT THE DOOR.
(borrowed from Google)And then all hell broke loose. The screen was locked but I feared for it's stability. Both Conley and Llewis pounded on the door, screaming their wrath.
I would have stepped out and asked her to get the dogs out of the yard but the last time I did that the woman (not the same woman) said "Who you talkin to, bitch?"
(We kissed and made up later more or less, but it was not an auspicious beginning to a friendship. That one was a Bichon.)
And I thought:
Who are these people who think it is ok to let their dogs come to my door? They wouldn't allow their CHILDREN to come to my door, so why is their dog in my yard, at my door, aggravating my dogs?
One of my Bassets could easily eat one of her Yorkies, and then whose fault would it be? Shall we guess which dog would get arrested?
I don't want to start a turf war but.....
