<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043727325894123175</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:08:20.103-08:00</updated><category term='Dogs'/><category term='pets'/><category term='bear'/><category term='petloss'/><category term='rainbow bridge'/><category term='Codie'/><category term='Indy'/><category term='Yorkie'/><category term='Yorkshire Terrier'/><category term='Yorkies'/><title type='text'>THE YORKIE CORNER</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where you can add your comments and pic's of your little babys, we will be posting articles and picture now and then as we go along</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yorkiecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043727325894123175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yorkiecorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joshel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790134724846265144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043727325894123175.post-8426166432030042178</id><published>2009-12-05T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:29:20.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridgey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-TrGzM-Wc4/Sxo65S5VkdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RleDcHHO9TM/s1600-h/Ridgy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y-TrGzM-Wc4/Sxo65S5VkdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RleDcHHO9TM/s320/Ridgy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;"Ridgey Jodun", our beloved dog passed today,  after&amp;nbsp;12 and a half years.&amp;nbsp; He was much loved, and we put together some of  our favorite pictures of him, to remember the good times, and that he will live  forever in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Bill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ridgey1/sets/72157622937028132/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;More pictures of Ridgey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #130a00; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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So she is writing this note to you all for me 'cause my Mommy is too upset to talk to you right now. However, before I tell you about my last ride. I want to share a little of my life story with all of you who have never met us in person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:blue;"  &gt;I flew with my sister Maya from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt; to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to my new home, with Mommy Becky. She was so nice and had lots of furry friends for us to play with. I romped and played as much as I could, but while we were flying it was so cold and my sister and I both got very sick. I seemed to be getting better and I wondered if I would stay with Mommy Becky.  After awhile my Real Mommy and Daddy, John &amp;amp; Linda, came to pick me up and took me to &lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;Port St.&lt;/st1:street&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lucie&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;FL.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt; When I met them I was so excited and fell in love with them immediately, but I got sicker with pneumonia and did not know how long I would get to stay.  They took me to some wonderful doctors who did their best to help me get better, but I did not like it there because my Mommy and Daddy were not there with me.  They were finally able to take me home and they took such good care of me! They took turns staying up with me  to make sure I was okay. I finally did get well.  I love them both so much, but I especially love my Daddy!! He is the best Daddy in the world and I always looked forward to being with him when he came home from work.  We would sit in his recliner and I would lay on his chest and we watched our favorite TV shows, with lots of action packed stuff, but we didn't get to see how they'd end too much,'cause we'd usually fall asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:blue;"  &gt;that's a guy thing, Hee, Hee!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"   &gt; &lt;img shapes="_x0000_i1025" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" height="18" width="18" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:blue;"  &gt;Of course we both love Mommy, because she spoils us so much. She was always bringing home a new toy for me. She knew just what I liked and I had so much fun running and playing and chewing on them, and anything else I could get my mouth on, Hee, Hee !!&lt;img shapes="_x0000_i1026" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.gif" height="18" width="18" /&gt; I love to play with her and tease her.  She is so much fun to tease and run from when she calls you.  She always makes me laugh when she cannot catch me.  I was pretty good at dodging Daddy's grasp, too.  I loved to grab tissues, wee wee pads and house slippers and run and run around the house because I knew they would not be able to catch me!! It was so much fun and I laughed a lot with them when we all played together.  One of my favorite games was “Catch Me If You Can!” that we would play when we went outside in my little yard. I would grab a leaf off of the ground and they would try and catch me to get the leaf out of my mouth. I pretended we were playing football and I was running for a touch down, and of course I always out ran them and scored points each time, Hee Hee!!  They gave me such a wonderful life filled with SOOOOO much love and joy. Oh, yeah, one thing I almost forgot, THE CLOTHES. She was always buying me t-shirts and sweaters, I didn’t like them much at first, but it was okay after awhile and they kept me warm when I was so sick.  I hope someday you can meet My Mommy and Daddy yourself, I know you will love them like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:blue;"  &gt;Last week we went back to visit Miss Becky and all her furry friends. While we were there Mom got a new baby sister for me to play with, her name is Kaylee. She loves to romp and play, like me. We also visited my niece, Xena in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South   Carolina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, boy did we have fun running and playing at Jeff and Shelly’s house. Our last stop on our trip was to Miss Donna’s where I had the BEST time with Winky, 'cause he was closer to my size (Xena weighs about 22 pounds and I only weigh 4.5 pounds!!) WE ran and ran and ran and played.  It was such great fun, I will never forget my friend Winky!! Then we headed home with our new family member in tow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:blue;"  &gt;My Mommy was always telling me not to eat things on the floor and would chase me and grab me and take them out of my mouth, but I thought I was smarter than her and did not always listen. I ate something I found on the floor that I thought would taste good, I’m not sure what it was, but it made me very sick.  Mommy and Daddy took me to the doctor and she gave me shots(which I did not like), took my temperature(that was pretty awful too) and got medicine to take at home. I just kept getting sicker and could not eat anything. They finally took me to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Emergency&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; last night and they operated on me. The doctor there was so nice and tried everything she could to keep me alive and comfortable, but I wanted my Daddy and Mommy, so I waited for them to come and get me this morning.  I saw my Daddy and he told me how much he loved me and I REALLY love him and got to say goodbye to him before he had to go to work.  Then my Aunt Sue was driving my Mommy and I to see Doctor Mary, but I just could not go on anymore. I knew I was in my Mommy’s arms and oh, how she loved me and stroked my head and gave me kisses one last time, then I knew I could go on to Rainbow Bridge to see my big brother Bear, my sister Missy and my grandma Cookie, who I know will keep a watchful eye on me and make sure I mind, until our Mommy and Daddy come to be with us forever.  Do not weep for me, because I am no longer in any pain and I am having so much fun running and playing with all my fur baby friends at Rainbow Bridge, but I would appreciate it if you would pray for my Mommy and Daddy ‘cause they are sad and are missing my mischievous ways and I will certainly miss them. But I am so happy that my new little sister, Kaylee will be there to help them through this hard time,(‘cause I showed her a few ways to make them laugh, before I left, but don’t tell Mommy and Daddy, it’s our secret!!) and I know that she will get to grow up in the BEST home in the world with the greatest parents.  I cannot wait to see them all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By Codie Shelton/Sue Dail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:blue;"   &gt;PS. Love to You All and see you at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Rainbow&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Indy would wake Jeff up several times  in the middle of the night to go out and to get a drink of water, he loved his  water, when it came time for him to eat he would let you know, he would even  start an hour or so early,  dancing around and nugging  your leg,  Indy never  barked but when he wanted something he would let you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;   We new something was really wrong when  Indy started pacing and whimpering, I contacted a vet near our home and ended up  taking him in, and as you all know we had to make a decision for the sake of  Indy, we cried at the thought of losing him but knew what we had to do, Jeff left  work to be with us at the vets office, Indy knows he is LOVED!, I held him close  to me the whole time telling him we all love him as he fell asleep.  Besides  losing a family member that has 2 legs it is just as hard to lose a family  member with four legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;   Indy came to Linda a scared little man,  but with lots of love and time he came out of his little shell and learned how  to show love back.  Whom ever let Indy out of theirs lives years ago don't know  what they were missing..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;   Indy's ashes will be spread out over  the mountains of North Carolina, He will be free once more to romp and play with  the big dogs, and I am sure he will keep them in line :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;   Again, thank you all for doing what you  do in giving four legged souls another chance at a better  life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;   We miss Indy, but his time had come and  we didn't want him to suffer, not even for one more day for our sake.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Yorkshire+dogs" rel="tag"&gt;Yorkshire dogs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/yorkie" rel="tag"&gt;yorkie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/yorkie+adoption" rel="tag"&gt;yorkie adoption&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Despite the Yorkshire Terrier’s tiny size of just a few pounds, this dog is lively and thinks of himself as much larger than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-1079093557825250";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 468;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 60;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "468x60_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;//2007-03-04: Yorkie blog&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "3592197543";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_border = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_bg = "FFFFFF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_link = "0000FF";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_text = "000000";&lt;br /&gt;google_color_url = "008000";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yorkie’s background goes back to the 18th century. During this time of the Industrial Revolution in England, many Scotsmen left their country for the south. They looked for work in the mills in England. They brought their families and also their dogs. The dogs they brought to England during this period were Skye Terriers, Paisley Terriers and Clydesdale Terriers. The dogs ranged weight of 6 pounds to nearly 20 pounds. All of these dogs were heavily coated. Some of them had a silky texture. All of them carried blue-tan or gray coat colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most common breeds in Yorkshire, England at the time was the Waterside Terrier. The Waterside Terrier was a blue-gray dog with a long coat. The size of this dog was between 6 and 20 pounds. It was a combination of the Skye Terrier, Paisley Terrier and Clydesdale Terrier and formed the present-day Yorkshire Terrier. This Yorkshire Terrier of today has a long, beautiful coat with silky steel blue and tan colors. The Yorkshire Terrier is one of the smallest dogs in the world and one of the most popular toy breeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weavers who worked in the mills liked the Yorkshire Terriers because of their ability to kill rats as quickly as a terrier, but was small enough to carry in their pockets when they went to rat-killing competitions. The weavers desired a small size of the breed, but also ones with the toughness and intelligence of the terrier. This may account for the attitude much bigger than the actual size a Yorkshire Terrier still possesses today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorkies were being shown in England by the early 1850s. The weight fell between 5 and 18 pounds. The classes they were shown in were: Broken-haired Scotch, Scotch Terriers, Blue and Fawn Terriers or Yorkshire Terriers. At the time the English divided the approved breeds at the time into two groups: The Sporting Group and the Non-Sporting Group. The Yorkshire breed was placed in the Non-Sporting Group. However, the dogs were still shown in the various classes of Scotch Terriers, Blue and Fawn Terriers among whatever other classes the dog seemed to fit into. The English Kennel Club recognized the breed as the Yorkshire Terrier and placed it in the Toy Group by 1886. The Yorkshire Terrier Club of England was formed in 1898. The Yorkie still reigns in the top ten breeds in popularity in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breed became quickly known in England and had numerous supporters. The “Father of the Yorkshire Terrier” was a dog owned by J. Forster and bred by Mr. Eastwood of Huddersfield. The dog’s name was Huddersfield Ben. Huddersfield Ben sired numerous champions for other kennels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Yorkie whelped in the United States was in 1872. American shows began in 1887. The breed classes were divided by weight: under 5 pounds and over 5 pounds. Eventually it was decided to have one weight class for all Yorkies with weight between 3 and 7 pounds. There were just too few entries of the larger sizes to have two different classes. The Yorkshire Terrier Club of America was formed in 1951.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yorkshire Terrier is a very popular breed in the United States. Many breeders have contributed to the breed through excellent breeding and outstanding wins. The Yorkshire Terrier places in the top ten breeds in popularity of the AKC breeds. It also ranks as the number-one Toy Dog in America. The little Yorkshire Terrier remains a great favorite to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is FREE to publish with the resource box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Connie Limon. Visit us at http://www.abouttoydogs.com About Toy Dogs is a guide to the selection and care of toy dogs. We feature articles on breed types, behavior, housebreaking and much more plus dog training resources and a Toy Dog Breeder Directory. 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