Orkie the Yorkie Part III

We are getting back in the swing of things when it comes to garden supervision.  River wrote about the entire buggy incident but I want to tell you what happened afterwards and the return of Orkie the Yorkie.

We first met Orkie two years ago.  Foley and I were on a walk when this little Yorkie ran up to us, as bold as can be, setting off a three way Yorkie barking exhibition.  Daddy gathered Orkie in his arms, brought us home, and then spent a half hour knocking on doors until he found the owner  Daddy explained to Orkie that there were lots of bad things that could happen to little dogs alone on the street.  Orkie promised to never run away again.

But Orkie wasn’t much of a listener or a promise keeper.  It took more than a year but after a day of garden supervising, at the end the walk we got as reward for doing a good job, I heard a barking, and saw Orkie running towards me.  “Hi Pocket, how have you been?” she asked.

I told her I was fine, and introduced her to River.  “Who’s the tubby?” River asked.

I winced.  I had noticed that Orkie had put on, if not another Orkie in weight, then definitely another Pocket.  I have always been told that it is impolite to comment on someone else’s weight but if I did have to comment on Orkie’s the comment would be morbidly obese.

I said hi to Orkie.  Daddy was holding our leashes in his right hand and Orkie was charging at us from the left.  He bent down and picked Orkie with his left hand and I could tell by the gasp of air that he too found Orkie heavy.  We saw Mommy.  River, Orkie and I were barking and lunging trying to talk and sniff.  Daddy was trying to keep all three of us under control and get Mommy’s attention so she could grab at least one little bit of hell, but she didn’t have her glasses on and couldn’t see him gesturing and he was too far away to be heard.

Finally Mommy realized that three dogs were too much for two handed Daddy and took River and me. I told Orkie I would see him again soon and River suggested he try Slim-Fast.  Daddy was only a few steps up the street when Orkie’s Mom’s grandson drove down to get him.  He had let him out of the house again, and knew where Orkie would go.

Being the only Yorkie in the house I hope I see him again soon.  

And River hopes he gets fed some weight control food.

The Return of Orkie the Yorkie

Yesterday Daddy took us outside to the back gardens to do our business.  When we came back in Pocket went barking mad.  She was yapping her head off.  We looked through the screen door on the other side of the porch and there he was, Orkie the Yorkie.

“What are you doing here Orkie?” I asked, because he was sans leash and sans owner

“I just ran out the door! Pant.  Pant.”  The excited little fellow said. “Mommy yelled at me to stop but I just kept running.  Pant.  Pant.”

“Oh Orkie, you have to stop running away from home,” I said.  “You turn right around and get back.”  But Pocket was standing with her paws on one side of the screen door with the broken latch, Orkie and the other, while I was barking for him to go home.  Daddy, concerned that Pocket was going to get outside, and that Orkie was going to run of into the street,  simply became overwhelmed.

He yelled “Sweety,” in a loud voice because he wanted Mommy to take us.  From the bathroom she yelled “Whatdayawant?”  

“Come here!” he yelled and she came out and saw Orkie trying to break into house.  
“Oh, he escaped again.” Mommy said.  Daddy picked us up and handed us to  

Pocket kept barking at Orkie “Our house, our house, our house, our house.”  She is very territorial.  I kept telling Orkie to go home.  Daddy took Pocket’s leash outside.  Orkie stood on his back legs begging Daddy to give him a tour of the legendary Foley Monster leopard skin vagina kitty condo but Daddy just leashed him and began to walk him towards his house.

He only got a few steps down the road when he saw Orkie’s Mom in a car slowly driving down the road.  Daddy picked Orkie up and told the woman that he believed he had something of hers.  He offered to walk Orkie home but the woman said she would take him in the car.  She told Daddy that it was the second time Orkie had got out today and she was thinking about selling him but she didn’t sound like she really meantvto, just a threat to try to keep him in line.  Daddy kindly tried to tell her that, since she has a porch like we do, not to allow Orkie on the porch so he can’t run out when the door opens but after Daddy said it Orkie’s ears perked up because there was a whistling sound coming from her ears.

She put the car in reverse and began to back up leaving Daddy with an empty leash.  But that was OK.  As long as the humans drive their cars slowly here, and are aware of a star struck Yorkie escape artist, then we should be seeing Orkie soon.