Caesar

Please, people! I would be a Crazy Old Yorkie Lady if I only had one, would I? This is the boy. His name is Caesar. He's a mess. What do I mean by "mess" you ask? I'm pretty sure he has ADD, for starters. He's missing teeth because he's such a purebred dog that they when his baby teeth fell out there were no new teeth to replace them with. Down 7 teeth and we call him our "Hillbilly Boy." He's a picky eater and has to pull every little nugget of food out of his bowl and scatter them all over the floor, then pick and choose the ones he's going to eat first. If he's not distracted he actually finishes. Otherwise, he leaves it everywhere. He rolls in everything he can. He needs a 12-step for his Wubba. He tattles on his sister when she makes a mess. He goes into his crate preemptively because he knows he'll get a treat and is (I think) secretly hoping to make his sister look bad. When we're not calling him "Hillbilly" we're calling him "Hall Monitor."

He was bred by a woman who bred yorkies for show and would occasionally sell her pups. He is about as handsome as they come. He's also incredibly athletic and smart as a damn whip, as in we had chimes on the door for him to notify us he needed to go out but we had to take them down because he started abusing the system. Yep, you read that right. If he wanted something off the table next to the couch and I wouldn't let him have it, he'd ring the chimes and by the time I got to the door he'd be up on the table snatching whatever it was he wanted.

My boy. I love him beyond all reason.