There maybe a few typos in this post because I have had 4 glasses of vino ( white ) . It is Wiz . He has crawled slowly into my heart like a thief in the night . I thought I had a few walls up to stop this very thing from happening . Dam this cute little yorkie . This morning I talked to a nice lady in Moonbeam ( yes , all you non- northerners that is a real town .) who seems interested in him . She has a small female yorkie of her own , knows the breed , retired , no kids ... treats her dog like a baby . Koochykoo and all that .She is coming up with her husband this week to see the Wizard of Paws . I know he will win her heart the way he did mine . Dam my weakness . I have cared for him since he was 8 weeks old till now at 3 months ( not including the week with my friend ) . He looks at me adoringly like I am so dam trustworthy and yet the little gaffer has no idea that I am planning to part with him . Damnation . There was once another hairy face in my life I thought I could give away and I ended up having her for 18 years . Honey was a part terrier that the kids had all of their growing up years . Back to Wiz . Wherefore art thou Wiz?
A desicion to make that will cause a heartache or take a lifelong responsiblity for a 4 pounder ?
P.S . I have spellcheck for any drunken typos .
