Aspen the Yorkie

This really should have been the first post to this blog. The picture to the left is a picture of my curly haired Dad, Winston, and my dainty Mom, Munchkin. The picture to the right is a picture of me and one of my brothers or sisters when we were first born, I can’t even remember which one. All that I know is that my owners tell me I was born first, then there were 3 more puppies.

There was trouble with a couple of my puppy brothers and sisters. A friend who raised Labrador Retrievers was there helping, they held the struggling little newborns, no bigger than hot dogs, and warmed them with their hands, and rubbed them on the sides to stimulate them. One died almost right away, the other lived a day or so longer. They kept putting him to Mom to nurse, and then fed him by hand because he wouldn’t take to the nipple, and unfortunately he only lived a little over a day.

My brother and I made up for it, though, by being loving and cute, and keeping everyone busy taking care of us.

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Aspen

On March 31, 1999 I was born in the house next door. My owner was there to watch my birth, I was the first of a litter of 4 Yorkshire Terrier Puppies.

One puppy only survived 4 hours and another was lost a few days later after much effort to save him, but my brother and I are fine, and we think we’re pretty cute!

To the left are pictures of my really pretty Mom, her name was Munchkin. She did a great job of nursing us, and keeping us clean, fat and healthy. When we were little, we stayed in a nice cozy box with a heating pad kept just warm enough so we’d be okay when our Mom had to leave us alone.

I’ll be back tomorrow to tell you more about us!