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Behold Pepper. He’s
2 1/2 years old, about five pounds, silver-coated on his back, gold
in his mane, semi-
housebroken, jealous of his bed, but generally happy and friendly. |
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boss more-or-less gave him to us in late January of ‘08. I say
“more-or-less” because Pepper is something of a loaner.
Jimmy – that’s my boss – raises yorkies and bought
him to serve as a literal stud puppy. (Sure enough, through his
s.o., Ginger, Pepper became Pepper-the-papa in early March.)
But
a problem arose. One of Jimmy’s other dogs saw Pepper as
competition and soon the two pooches were tearing at each other like
cats. Knowing we had lost Jesse last year, Jimmy figured we’d
give Pep a nice home, and asked only that he be allowed to borrow him
back now & then.
Pep
is now an established member of our household. Our cats grew up
around Jesse and in time we hope they both get used to her successor.
He actually plays well with DaVinci, our fat, neutered male. Pep
has his quirks. He darts towards his foodies, retreats and attacks
again several times before chowing down, and be prepared to reach for
the Bounty if he starts to chase his tail. And like I say, he’ll
growl if you sit on his bed. But generally, he’s a great
pooch.
So
the Lillian household is yorkied-up once more. We are delighted.
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