Eghads! I'm going gray!

Hi fellow doggie lovers! I've had a few bad days over the past several weeks and I'm tired of getting scolded. To top it off, I'm going gray over it! Yikes, I'm only eight months old and I'm going gray!
... but that's the least of my problems. You may remember that I've become fond of Dave and Pat's furniture, well, I can't help myself. I play with my toys but at some point I wrestle around with them and suddenly I find myself next to this soft corner of a piece of furniture that I just can't resist sinking my tiny, shinny teeth into!

 

 

 

Before you get mad at me, Pat is sanding down my handy work in preparation to cover my art work. As you can see I've repeated my self on one of them.

 

Well, maybe Pat got so angry with me that she went away for what seemed like a really long time. Dave was fun to be with for the most part. There were times that he tried to do this wood thing in the garage and I don't know why he didn't give me any of that nice soft wood he was playing with. But
even he got made at me when I tried to get his attention. After a few barks he had had enough and gave up on what he was doing.

 

He did take me out a lot! We had some really great walks. They were long and I got to smell that there are lots of other dogs around. There are so many things to see around my house. We have two giant (at least to me) lakes near our house but Dave doesn't let me get too near to them. He keeps talking about a gator or something like that.

 

I think Dave gave me more treats than Pat usually does. He also played with me a lot....

but I still missed Pat.

 

Oh, I was talking about going gray! I don't know what's going on with my hair. I was dark brown, then the hair on my head got really light and now my back is turning gray?????

...see what I mean!

 

 

Oh, hold on just a minute....squirrel

 



Darn, he got away!

 

Where was I, Oh yeah, I heard Dave talking to Pat about how gray I was getting and they talked about how Yorkies get their adult hair around eight to ten months of age.

 

Gee whiz, I thought you get gray hair when you get old!

Anyway, Dave and I spent the afternoon in the warm sun in front of the garage. I had a ball watching all the things going by and I got to yell at few other dogs that walked by with their people.

 

Then, to top it off Pat came home!

 

Ahhhhhh, life is good!