by Barb Beck
March 28, 1999
For most of my life, I have always wanted a Yorkshire Terrier. Or two. Or more. My sweet husband made that wish come true for me on our seventh wedding anniversary. We got Maxx. Later, we got Carley.
Maxx and Carley
"Beck's Maxx-A-Million," Maxx for short, was born on March 2, 1998. We adopted him and brought him home to live with us on May 16, 1998.
Feeling the need for a second Yorkie and as a companion for Maxx, "Beck's Miss Carley" came into our lives a short time after Maxx.
Carley was born on April 13, 1998. On June 20, 1998 we brought her home. She was a welcome addition to our family.
Two Yorkies are definitely better than only one. Maxx and Carley needed each other. And we needed them. (See their Website, Maxx & Carley's Place.)
We know we made the right decision to get two Yorkies and have never regretted it for an instant.
Yorkie Joy
Since those very first days of Yorkie ownership, our two little furbabies have brought nothing but joy into our lives. They successfully manage to take all of our troubles away on a daily basis. They relieve our stress. They give us unconditional love. We give them much love in return.
Maxx and Carley have helped to fill the void left in our lives when we suddenly lost our young six-year-old Black Lab, Bo, to cancer in September of 1998.
Older Family Member Ignores Yorkies
We also have a 13 1/2-year-old Black Lab, Bear, who has been my "Best Friend" since she was six weeks old. She tolerates Maxx and Carley, but she prefers to nap quietly by my side. She wants nothing more than to be left alone by the two mischievous Yorkies!
Many Stories in a Yorkie House
I have several stories about Maxx and Carley that I would like to share with you. I hope they can bring a smile to your face. I only wish I could bottle up the happiness they've brought into our lives and give it away throughout the world to make everyone as happy as we are with our Yorkshire Terriers!
Maxx and Carley Left Alone
I usually pay bills at the kitchen table because my desk is always too cluttered (bad habit). I always kept a sheet of self-sticking return address labels under the placemat for convenience.
Then one Friday night when Ed (my hubby) and I went out for our usual Friday night dinner, Maxx and Carley found my stash of address labels. Apparently, they entertained themselves the entire time we were gone. When we returned home, we discovered two Yorkies covered from head to toe in return address labels!
How Did They Find the Labels?
We assumed it was Miss Carley, the little devil dog.
She managed to get up on the kitchen chair, then pull the placemat off the table, and in the process the address labels tumbled off the table, too.
We're convinced our smart, precocious little girl Yorkie decided that if we should decide to mail her or Maxx anywhere, they would surely be returned home safely if they were properly labeled.
They didn't know they should also be stamped with "postage required."
Conclusion
Ed and I are still laughing about our self-addressed Yorkies, out loud, and often! They looked so cute. So funny. So unconcerned. How does anyone scold Yorkies, when they generate such hard, uncontrolled, laughter?
Guess my top priority is to clean everything off that table from now on! Shame on me for leaving those address lables under a placemat. The Yorkies weren't to blame. I was.
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