Hi there, this is Dolly. Search for me on Google, (DollyYConrad) I am first on the list, how about that?
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| My "D" and I |
Bio:
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| My Ancestor Huddersfield Ben |
I am a little Yorkshire Terrier, sometimes called a Yorkie, who was born on September 6, 2010. I don’t know where, I was born, or how many brothers and sister I have, but my family Ancestry goes back to Yorkshire England in the 19th century, where their Scottish owners created my breed to chase rats and small rodents in the textile mills, in northern England. My First Great Grandfather’s name was Huddersfield Ben and he was a famous dog, who was once painted by George Earl. I can’t prove this, because that was too many years ago, or I would be worth lots of money. Huddersfield Ben was a show dog and a lot of other yorkies are too. I have Beautiful, very silky hair, not fur, like a human and I am hypoallergenic. A lot of yorkies have very long hair with fancy ribbons and all that paraphernalia, but my “D” doesn’t want me to look like that. He says I am enough of a princess without all of the foo foo regalia, so I have a “Shorty” haircut. My Ancestors immigrated to North America in 1872 and were first AKA registered in 1885. I am not AKA registered, but please don’t hold that against me.
My First owner, (I don’t remember him anymore), was an elderly gentleman who had to go into an assisted living home, and they would not let him keep me. So, at an early age of 8 months, I was left on the door step (figuratively speaking), abandoned, of the Cumber County Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, In Vinland, New Jersey (CCSPCA). There are some very nice people there, like Robyn and Christine, who are now my facebook friends, but I found myself Homeless, alone, abandoned, scared and up for adoption. There were rumors running rampant among the other dogs that if someone didn’t adopt me, soon, that I might be gassed and I saw a wall of dead dog memorials at the front entrance on the way in, I didn’t know what to think.
Then I saw him, my “D”, he came in looking for a nice dog about fifteen minutes after I was dropped off. It was Kismet, love at first sight for me. I was lying on a pillow bed and I looked up at him with my best sad eyes, and then looked down at the floor, as I was very scared at the time and really looked a horror, because I was not groomed nicely. “Pick me, Pick me”, I thought to myself, but he just walked on by. He passed my cage one more time on his way out and stopped, coaxing me to come over, but I was too scared in that strange place. About two days later my “D” came back again, for a visit and this time I was really excited to see him. I remembered him from the first visit. He came to my cage and this time I licked his hand and was very excited to see him. Once again he left, I was sad.
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| Don't leave me. Please come back |
The next day, he came back again; by this time I was going nuts to see him. On this visit, my “D” asked to see me in a private room to get acquainted, hell yes, I wanted to get to know him better. After we played a while in the private room, he left and locked me up in that room by myself, I cried and scratched at the door, “don’t leave me” , I barked but he didn’t come back. Unbeknown to me, he went to the front desk, and filled out my adoption papers. “My “D” wanted me to come home with him. He later told me, that he was on a waiting list with 8 other people, who also filled out adoption papers.
One Sunday Morning, a few days later, my “D” got a call and it was my friend Robyn, who asked him if he still wanted to adopt me. He said yes and came to visit me again. I sure was happy to see him once more, and this time it was to finalize my adoption on May 10, 2011. I could not go home with him right away, because I had to have my operation (Hysterectomy), because the CCSPCA wanted to keep my Hoo Hah parts as a keepsake. Tuesday came, the day of my surgery, in the morning. My “D” came to pick me up that afternoon. I was drugged and sore, but he carefully put me in a new bed he brought with him and took me home with him to live. I was a mess, but for some reason, he saw through that mess and wanted to love me. That night he slept on the floor with me at his side, in case I needed him and so I would not feel abandoned again.
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| My First night in my New Home. |
I had to recover from my surgery, and I was not allowed to get wet. They gave me all my shots while I was at the shelter. When I was first adopted by my “D”, I was a real mess (see photo). I do not like to show anyone how I looked then, because as a sophisticated lady, I was embarrassed, and I have my pride. Two weeks later he took me to the groomer and now I am beautiful once more.
Now, I have a very nice house with a yard, lots and lots of toys, good food and of course the internet. That’s why I decided to write a blog. My “D” loves me and I love him. There you have my past story; you can read about my current story, here on my Blog site. If you want a dog and have a nice place for them to live, I recommend a visit to your local SPCA and adopt a dog. Don’t buy one at a puppy mill.
If I were to ever get lost and couldn’t find my way home, please use the information below to let my “D” know, he would be heartbroken and so would I.
Vital Statistics:
Name: Dolly aka (Monkey)
Adoption Anniversary: May 10, 2011
Adoption Anniversary: May 10, 2011
Species: Dog
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| Me now, Happy and Content 5/202013 |
Gender: female
Date of Birth: September 6, 2010
Body Color: Silky blue/black and Tan
Eye Color: Black
Weight: 9 pounds
Height: 11 inches
Height to Shoulders = 8 inches
Height to Shoulders = 8 inches
Length: 14 Inches
Neck: 9 inches
Chest Girth: 16 inches
Hat Size: 4" x 4"
Hat Size: 4" x 4"
RFID Chip#: 985121009455981 Report lost or found at http://public.homeagain.com/
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| See my Beautiful Hair |
Franklinville, NJ 2016 License Number: 001111
CCSPCA TAG#: 29239 Location, Vineland New Jersey.
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| Hair after a blowout |
My Current Veterinarian: Banfield Pet Hospital 1627 (Dr. Paul)
637 Woodbury Glassboro Road, Sewell, NJ
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| My "D" and I |
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