My name is Bernice, and I’m a Yorkshire Terrier.
Frankly, I resent Sadie calling me a nervous traveler in yesterday’s blog. I’ll have you know that I rode in a car, all the way from Cave Creek, Arizona to Spokane, Washington, with my Aunt Jen, without incident. Okay, so I did throw up on one hotel bedspread along the way, but noyorkie’s perfect.
Sadie’s just jealous because I’m a lap dog, and she’s a big, chunky Beagle. Mom tries hard to keep the cuddles equal, but let’s face it, I’m easy to pick up and hold. With Sadie, you’d need… Read More »