minnesmoker
Well-Known Member
A couple years ago (early 2012,) as I was getting off parole, the boss lady and I were moving in together, and getting situated... She was going through her divorce, and had separated everything. Allegedly, things were fine, amicable even. And then "Your dog ran away." It crushed her...
We got our shit together, and were on our way to a 3 year move plan. That got accelerated with a serious family illness (we moved a year and a half in) -- so, back to New Mexico. Looked for work, looked for a new baby for my baby. No luck, and so I headed up to Colorado Springs (crisis averted, mostly, in the desert.) So, I'm in the Springs, we're setting up business and nearing launch date, boss lady's getting odds-n-ends wrapped up in the desert, and regrouping for a new move. When all was collapsing, quite literally, around us, she got a text. It was a joke, including the wink at the end "Recognize this little guy?" Well, she did. It was her baby. Bad ass little Yorkie survived at least a month on the Western Mesa, and along the bosque, making his way to the south valley, where he was caught, a bit worse the wear, but still kicking strong.
Boss lady's little Yorkie, weighing in at a vicious 4#, proud little Purse Prince is back! He used to bite me, he really disliked that I took over his special pillows. Now, we're best buds... I almost had to shank a pitbull last night cuz it was talkin' smack to my buddy.
He's Contemplative, and alert! Always watchful...
Except when he's asleep...
Or deep in concentration...
Or hanging out with the boss lady's sweater puppies...
We got our shit together, and were on our way to a 3 year move plan. That got accelerated with a serious family illness (we moved a year and a half in) -- so, back to New Mexico. Looked for work, looked for a new baby for my baby. No luck, and so I headed up to Colorado Springs (crisis averted, mostly, in the desert.) So, I'm in the Springs, we're setting up business and nearing launch date, boss lady's getting odds-n-ends wrapped up in the desert, and regrouping for a new move. When all was collapsing, quite literally, around us, she got a text. It was a joke, including the wink at the end "Recognize this little guy?" Well, she did. It was her baby. Bad ass little Yorkie survived at least a month on the Western Mesa, and along the bosque, making his way to the south valley, where he was caught, a bit worse the wear, but still kicking strong.
Boss lady's little Yorkie, weighing in at a vicious 4#, proud little Purse Prince is back! He used to bite me, he really disliked that I took over his special pillows. Now, we're best buds... I almost had to shank a pitbull last night cuz it was talkin' smack to my buddy.
He's Contemplative, and alert! Always watchful...
Except when he's asleep...
Or deep in concentration...
Or hanging out with the boss lady's sweater puppies...