My Yoda

Remember the half naked foster dog I had, then I didn't have, then I adopted him.  I called him Yoda because of his big ears and lack of hair.  Yoda's hair is coming back but his ears are still big.

His coat is much improved from his first picture.  I suspect he has some Silkie in him but we shall never know.  It doesn't matter anyway because his heart is what counts.  This tiny eight and a half pound ball of fur has a heart as big as a mountain.

I have adorned him with jewlry.  He has two name tages, a peace symbol, a teddy bear and a rock band symbol on his collar.  He jingles and I know if he is with me in the dark.

I have had dogs all my life but I don't believe I have ever had one so devoted to just me.  It  was a sore point with me because Hubby would win over every dog I would bring home.  Yoda sees only me!  He loves me!  He plays with others and begs for attention but when I am in the room, I am all he sees.  It amazes me that such a little bundle can show complete selfless love for a turd like me.  Hubby calls him Pogo because he jumps for my attention so much.

I can't fatten the little bugger so he may always be bony, maybe part of his breeding, at least he is covered with hair now.  I serve him food with gravy, delicious treats, and ply him with people food.  Nothing puts meat on this guy's bones!

So here he is, a spot of nothing, when I have always had big dogs.  I could carry him in my purse but I will never do that.  I am training him to be a farm dog with seeds stuck in his hair, teaching him how to play in the creek, and how to be good around horses.  Maybe I can teach him to ride.