ROMEO IS 13 MONTHS OLD AND 5 LBS
He had a hard time and needs a lot of love and I'm the right person for the job. I intend for his feet to never touch the ground. I will give him non-stop therapy and ask him to get to his feelings until he is a cheerfully shallow and demanding Yorkie once again.
THE LITTLES WEREN'T GROOMED WHEN THEY FIRST CAME IN, AND LIKE MOST PUPPY-MILL RESCUES, THEY WERE DIRTY AND FRIGHTENED. I'M TOLD THEY'RE CUTER NOW AND ACT A LOT MORE LIKE PIT BULLS. THEY EACH WEIGH ABOUT 2.6 LBS AND ARE SISTERS. THEY'RE ABOUT 8 MONTHS OLD. After much thought, I took them too, because they're very expensive on the open market and I was afraid someone would split them up and sell them. They mostly live in a playpen, and sleep in a crate (oh sure, in my house.) but they know Romeo well, so they can run around the house in a mad frenzy as soon as I ascertain how paper-trained they are.
Oh boy. Well, with little Buddy gone I was able to go into restaurants and movies, bookstores with coffee shops etc. I could stay away from the house all day and night if I wanted to, or not go outside for days and days (and days). And what I realized is that freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. And that I needed a weep break every day to stay sane, but sometimes it wouldn't stop. And that every dog I see has a look in his or her eyes that makes me feel like I'm looking at Buddy! (Is he in there? Are all dogs One Dog and they come back to you if you loved them enough? Is the word God really the word Dog? Naw, that's a little weird, actually.)

However, I am thinking that these little creatures will make me laugh and fuss and send blasts of kindness and silent messages of You're Safe Now (and Crap, are you really going to make me throw this damned beanie baby for you to fetch *again*!?)
A huge pit bull got on the elevator yesterday, a gentle animal who will, all the same, never set eyes on my miniscule new visitors, and I put both my hands on his warm head and around his face and immediately felt my blood pressure drop and my heart warm up. The shortest distance between any two points seems to be the body heat of a dog and my recently broken heart.
Not my imagination, either. It's nice to know that petting, cuddling, putting my face down on the bed to look at them, eye to eye so I can silently say, "Yes? You rang?" will release the hormone that makes both dogs and their owners feel like good parents -- no kidding! For my source of these scientific details, see first entry on my pal Buddy's blog, at
http://littleguybuddy.blogspot.com/ entitled "When you love a little dog")
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