Puppy Love

Yesterday, I was awakened by, "Get up. There are Yorkiepoos for sale in the paper!!!"

"What?"

"Yorkiepoos! Get up. We are going!!!"

The day before we dodged a bullet because we traveled to see standard poodle puppies,

and came home empty handed.

They were cute as all get out, but another Standard Poodle?

We congratulated ourselves for playing with the big babies for over an hour before deciding we should 

sleep on such a commitment before bringing a new member of our family home.

Thing was, we were waiting for a name. Before we get a dog, it has to have a name.

We never heard a name.

 Sunday morning arrived like a runaway freight train coming down wobbly tracks. 

When the command came, I immediately obeyed. I did not want to be run over by that train.

In my mind there is nothing cuter than a Yorkie baby. My partner plays dirty pool because

that fact was what was used to get my Sunday morning hiney out of bed.

Yorkiepoo, Yorkiepoo, rang in my head!!!

Inside of 15 minutes I went from being dead asleep to sitting in the car anticipating some puppy love

along with a promised Chai tea.

Ten minutes after getting the Chai, we were headed out to Palomino Valley, NV. to see the cuties.

My partner and I reassured ourselves the entire trip.

"I just want to look. If I get one it will be a boy. You can say no, and we will just leave," I was told.

Yeah, sure. Fat chance.

We found the place, about 35 miles from our home, called Model Farm.

It was quite an extensive operation. 

Dogs, horses, ducks and probably more than that which I couldn't see because I had tunnel vision.

We were immediately escorted into the house to view the puppies.
Three females and one male. All running amok.

I was afraid I would squish one, so I sat on the floor.

One little female, with precious Yorkie markings, (of course) came and plopped herself on my leg.

That was it. She wasn't moving, and neither did I.

Chaos was going on all around us, but there we sat, or in her case laid.

As my partner found the boy, and started sweet talking him, another couple came in to look at the puppies.

 "These two are gone. There are only two females left. Sorry."

I immediately wondered who had jumped into my body then informed the strangers we were taking two???

The other female puppy actually had cuter markings, but this little girl claimed me, 

and apparently I claimed her right back, in seconds flat.

There was no hemming and hawing around. No thinking. No name either. Just Sweet Little Girl.

I wasn't really sure my partner wanted the little boy. He was the only male and there was no choice

as far as personalities, or markings. 

"Mad Max. That's his name. Mad Max." So the boy had a name.

Each sweetheart weighs somewhere around a pound. We can't even weigh them because they are so small.

The mom was a creme colored poodle, daddy a Yorkie. Each dog weighs around five pounds,

so Max and Ruby should be no larger than their parents.

On the way home, Little Girl got named, Ruby. It's official, she really is mine.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRjviO8negQ 

We got the necessary things from the pet store.  I even made a doggie playpen out of cardboard boxes.

Even though they are tiny, this enclosure won't hold them for long. They love running on the patio,

and playing rough and tumble in the backyard. 

I forgot how much like two year old children puppies are at six weeks of age.

Granted, we have a lot of work ahead of us because the standard poodles do not know how BIG they are,

and the babies don't know how little they are, yet.

My female standard poodle wants to drag the wriggling little puff balls off to a nest somewhere,

and big boy Tito's inner puppy wants to play with the two of them when they are being frisky.

I am sure we all will get it together, and figure out where each one goes in the new pack,
including us humans, in the coming weeks.

Our household is a study in contrasts.

It has always been this way.

"No dad, I don't think I am building an ark, and I don't think I need therapy.

We are all gonna fit just fine, just you watch and see!"

Just you watch and see.