I Look Like a Yorkie Now

A blog post by Josiah, the incredibly handsome Yorkie puppy

One evening, Miss Janet was acting so weird. She kept taking pictures of me over and over. I didn’t think she’d ever stop. She was crying and telling me what a beautiful puppy I am. What in the world? 

The next day, she put me in my backpack carrier, and we went driving. She told me we were going to the groomer. I didn’t know what that meant. She didn’t seem worried, like it was a bad thing, so I just tried to settle for the ride.

We got to this little house in the woods. Lots of different pups had been through the yard—I could smell them. And there was a short dog inside—I could see it through the window, barking at me.

A really nice lady came out to meet me. Then she took me inside and gave me a bath! I don’t really like being wet, but it was okay. 

She started messing with my hair. It tickled! I wiggled. Next thing I knew, my hair was dropping all around me. It actually felt good. My back felt all sleek and smooth. She cut the hair around my eyes, and I could finally see! 

Then she went after the hair on my feet. I didn’t like that. I don’t want anyone messing with my feet. They are my feet! They belong to me. 

She tried a different way, just clipping a little hair at a time. I let her do that for about a minute, and then I let her know I was done with all this. I wouldn’t let her mess with my feet anymore. She stopped.

If this whole thing with the feet was Miss Janet’s idea, we would have to talk about it later. I may be a puppy, but I get to have a say in what goes on with my feet. Humans!

After my hair dried, I rested in a crate until Miss Janet came to pick me up. She said I look like a completely different dog now. I look like a grownup Yorkie.

Miss Janet said that’s why she took so many pictures the night before. She wanted to remember my baby face. Now I have a grownup Yorkie face.

We Yorkie puppies change our looks as we grow up. It’s pretty cool, really. We are born with a tough, black, baby coat. Soon, our silky, silver-and-gold Yorkie hair starts growing underneath. When we get our first haircut, it’s pretty amazing. We really do look very different.

Miss Janet said she knew my looks would change. She tried to prepare herself. But it still shocked her. She also told me that my new look is incredibly handsome. 

I’m super proud to look like a grownup Yorkie. I love my new coat. I can see with my big Yorkie eyes and hear with my big Yorkie ears. It’s easier to shake off rain. I feel more comfy all the time. 

I didn’t really like getting a bath or getting my hair cut. Too much poking. And the thing with the feet—I don’t want to think about it. But I love the way I look now. 

Miss Janet said my hair will grow longer, and I’ll have to go to the groomer again in three months. I don’t love the idea of going back. Every three months we do this? Ugh.

But if it keeps me looking this handsome, I will go. I’m worth it.

Paw pats and kisses,

Josiah