We had a most unexpected visitor on the 12th birthday. Daddy was taking us out for our late day stroll and dump. We completed our duties when suddenly, from our right, a Yorkie of unknown origin came scampering up to us.
Foley!” the excited pup said. “I wanted to say happy birthday. I am a
huge fan and when I heard you were outside I had to come see
you....oooops!” The oooops came from when Daddy rudely picked this
pleasant pup up before she was done telling me how wonderful I was
then spun around and quickly started walking us back home while
carrying the Yorkie of unknown origin. Now I understand: I am famous,
and not as fast as I used to be. I do demand security and for any
interloper to be kept from disrupting my perfect appearance. But this
young dog seemed perfectly nice. Before I could make my intention
known, to better get to know him, we were being handed off to Mommy, the
young pup was being put on another leash, and, after a brief
conversation with Mommy, Daddy went out the door to try and find this
little man’s owner.
and I both knew that the dog lived at the top of the street at #55 but
Mommy wasn’t listening to us (well first we had to get our treat.)
While we were chewing there was a knock on the door. A human older boy
with a worried expression was there. He asked if anyone had seen a
Yorkie. Mommy said that Daddy was walking the dog through the
neighborhood looking for his owner. She told the boy to go home and
Daddy would be by soon. Pocket and I both looked at the boy and tssked
him because there is nothing worse than letting pup out the door.
For the rest of the story I will turn it over to my excited male fan: Orkie.
I am so excited to be writing on the Tanner Brigade. Long time fan
first time blogger. I am Orkie the Yorkie and I am a little over a year
old. I knew it was Foley Monster’s birthday and I was hoping to see
her. I like to look out my front window. I bark whenever she walks by
with Pocket. Well I saw her on her birthday and barked but she didn’t
notice me so I ran to the porch door. Just then my dumb human grandson
came strolling in. I ran right by him and through several backyards and
then turned when I saw Foley. I was so excited but before I could get
her pawgraph I got picked up. Then I got brought into Foley house!
got to see the leopard skin vagina condo! I met her parents. It was a
stalker Yorkie’s dream come true. I was hoping they would let me live
with them and it could be the Foley, Pocket and Orkie blog but having
read so much about their parents I knew they would be adamant about
parents checked my collar but all I had was a rabies tag. Their Daddy
called the animal hospital listed on the tag but they were closed. He
hooked me up on Foley’s flexi leash, which was so cool, it smelled like
Foley. Then her Daddy took me outside.
was hoping that my Mom would either be walking or driving around
looking for me. If that didn’t work out he was hoping that I would know
where I lived and walk up my driveway when we got there. But all these
houses looked alike and I had no idea where I lived. And my Mom had
sent stupid grand boy out to find me, and, while we walked towards where
I lived, he didn’t see us.
was a hot day but I don’t get walked much so I didn’t mind. Foley’s
Daddy was sweating and I was panting, we were both getting dehydrated
together, how cool. We walked right past my house but I was so excited I
didn’t even notice. (Later Foley’s Daddy said he should have known it
was my house because I always back when they walk by and this day there
was no barking.)
walked down a street and I got to sniff and pee everywhere. I started
pretending that I was Foley Monster walking with my Dad. I felt so
famous. Foley’s Daddy was getting frustrated that no one was looking
started going up another street. We came to a house where there were
puppy toys outside and I pulled towards them. I sniffed them and then
decided I wanted to explore the porch. Foley’s Daddy, thinking he had
found my house, knocked on the door but there was no answer.
walked over to the water and had a drink. I know it wasn’t mine but
hey I was thirsty. Foley’s Daddy went to a man mowing the lawn and
asked if he knew whose dog I was but he didn’t know, he only mowed the
lawn. Then Foley’s Daddy asked an old man.
man said he thought I was Mrs. Murphy’s dog. “The one that lives up
that way,” he said gesturing up the street. “Not the first Mrs. Murphy,
she don’t take to dogs, and not the second one either, she got a dog,
but not that dog, I think it’s the third Mrs. Murphy, or did she die?”
By this time Foley’s Daddy realized that this man was going to start
leading him through the beach at Normandy and continued to look for my
Foley’s Mommy called Foley’s Daddy and told him which house I lived at.
He walked me over, and as we got closer he kept asking me “anything
familiar around here?”
I saw the dumb boy who had let me out of the house. He picked me up
and I gave Foley’s Daddy a big until next time kiss. Then I was
brought in and my Mommy was so happy to see me. She gave me all sorts
of kisses and told me that it wasn’t my fault, it was dumb boy’s fault.
I told her all about meeting the famous Foley Monster and Pocket but
she was more interested in me saying I would never do that to her again.
I promised I wouldn’t. But Pocket’s birthday is next month. Maybe I can sneak out for a bit. Now that they know where I live.
What could be the harm?