My pet dogs are a big part of my existence. They are both a joy and a curse. Mostly I enjoy them and they keep me from being lonely, in other words they are a joy more than a curse.
Mojoe, my male yorkie, is the protector. He is always on ready to join in the fray when Twinkie, the youngest female, sounds the alarm. Twinkie is the youngest and the smaller of the three. She is very affection and a bit bossy. Star, the oldest yorkie, finest characteristic is her intelligence. She is very independant but at the same time she minds me. Reluctantly at times but she will do what I tell her to do. I spent more time with her when she was a puppy, verbalising and trying to teach her the name and color of toys. I guess that is why she is so smart. I swear it seems she is able to read my mind. Even when I try to hide my actions and body language she reacts to my intentions. It is really amazing to me. All three dogs get along well and rarely fight.
Come to think of it they are a unit. Each adds something different that complement the other and help me. They are not really yappers, meaning they are not inclined to bark for no apparent reason at all. I encourage them to bark when there is a visitor, when they hear an alarm or even if an animal strays into the yard.
They are beneficial to me because they demand walks. The walks I take them on are probably the best exercise I get and when the weather permits I walk them daily.
Curse? I can think of very few negative things to say about my animals. I do not like long coats and they must be groomed on a regular basis. Their coats never seem to look neat long. They beg for food when I eat, but that can also be interpreted as company during meals. They creat a lot of housework, but on moderate days they are good about letting me know when they need to go outside.
In conclusion it has to be acknowledged that my pets are very important to me. They do create a lot of extra work but the return is great. My three yorkies make me very happy.
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