Alert and Oriented (x4)

Anyone who has read my blog has probably determined (from all 10 or so of my posts) that I am obsessed with Yorkshire Terriers. I've wanted one for at least 20 years. But limited finances and the farm kid in me can't pay $900 for a dog. Especially a dog that doesn't herd cattle, guard my door or do my dishes and cook for me. The first Yorkie I ever experienced was way back in the day when I was a supervisor for America West Airlines. At that time, AWA did not allow onboard pets, kenneled or not. A young woman (old teen? 19? 20 tops?) had smuggled a teeny tiny 6 week old Yorkie pup onboard in her pocket from El Paso. It was a red-eye going from ELP to ABQ to LAS and there she was changing plance and ending up in Portland. She smuggled it in her pocket. We're talking about a 20 oz. puppy here. And the flight attendant caught her. My thoughts were that since she was already enroute, to let her go ahead and take it...it was SO little...no one would ever have known the diffe...

First off, I have to tell you how absolutely stoked I am (yes, stoked--I am a child of the 70's): Linda from http://www.2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/ (I can't figure out the cool html stuff and Amy's busy now) visited my blog and left a comment. I could just DIE! I think we are TSAB....both mid 40-ish, ministry assistants, Yorkie lovers, moms of teens, trouser jean afficionados.... Speaking of Yorkies, try hard, REALLY hard to envision this: Momma's got her check from Uncle Dub. Momma's got 4 chillun's. Consequently, in part because of said chillun, Momma's check was p-r-e-t-t-y nice. Momma's check's already in her bank account. And I found THE absolute bestest cutest of all time Yorkshire Terrier puppy the other day. One ear points up, one tips down. I named him Spike. He's just a little ball of love-fluff-furkid that I could just scoop up and take home. But I didn't. (See Momma weeping and gnashing her teeth here). Momma jus...