I've always been a dog guy even when I've owned cats. I've had three or four cats and I've had six or seven dogs, never at the same time. Most of the time I had a cat was because someone asked me to take it or my wife decided she wanted one around. I'm glad all of you like cats-- I wish them no ill will and we have a big orange cat that comes around the yard every once in a while and its friendly enough that it will rub itself against my ankles and I'll say hello. My neighbors have a cat that they've asked me to feed a couple of times when they've been away and it's all good. My dislike of cats is exaggerated (probably by me) I have no ill thoughts about them but you cannot compare them to dogs.
The biggest compliment anyone ever gives a cat is "Oh! They are just like a dog!" No. No they're not. Maybe they come when you call them but then you'll be petting them and all of a sudden it will lash out at you with razor sharp claws. Dogs don't do that.
I've had a doberman, a lab, a big mutt a beagle, a harrier (which is like an 80lb beagle) and two Yorkies, although none of them at the same time. Growing up a friends mom had a small dog-- I don't have any idea what kind it was except it had a lot of fur and that fur was on everything. It would also attack your ankles anytime you came near it yipping the whole time.
I wasn't a fan and I wrongly accused all small dogs of being "cats in a dog suit."
When we got Allie, our first Yorkie, off of Craigslist she was a sweetheart-- she ran around us like the Tasmanian Devil and then she flipped over on her back like she was asking you to rub her tummy. She was a sweet girl but she was very nervous. She was terrified around other dogs and people. But I came to appreciate how smart a Yorkie is and the biggest bonus-- they don't shed. They don't have fur they have hair-- and they are soft any way you pet them, and they don't smell like wet dog when they come in from the rain.
We gave Allie to a friend who absolutely loved her and had just lost her dog, she lived on a big property and she had another dog that needed the company. Allie needed a second dog to keep her company and we only wanted one dog so we reluctantly gave her up but I'm happy to report she's extremely happy and doing very well.
When we bought the new house I decided I wanted a dog. A dog is a great companion. It makes an artist get up out of their drawing table and take a walk several times a day and most of all, it barks if someone comes on the property. I like to know that.
Yorkies go for upwards of $1500 but I decided to check Craigslist again and sure enough, I found a family that was sadly going through some things and Austin the Yorkie needed to find a new home. They were asking $150 as a rehoming fee so we agreed to meet at White City in Shrewsbury to see how we got along. Veronica was not on board, moving had been slightly traumatic for her (I had to pull her together at a donut shop the morning of the signing) and as she was frantically painting the rooms and making the house a home she seemed to feel a dog was the wrong idea at that time.
I told her I was just going to check him out and see how he was, but that I was likely not going to get him.
That was a lie.
It was actually the other way around, unless I pulled up and this dog was a psycho or not a Yorkie there was no way I wasn't going to take him.
As I pulled into the parking lot there was a car with a woman and her two teenage kids and in the backseat standing up and looking out the window was a Yorkie I assumed to be Austin. I parked the car and got out as they did and Austin jumped down from his perch in the backseat, walked over to me and sat down next to my foot. We were instant friends.
Unlike Allie, Austin wore sweaters and he liked them. Because they have no fur or no undercoat like a regular dog they get cold in cold weather. Allie had sweaters her former owner sent along but when we took them out of the box she ran away and hid. Austin was already sporting a manly tiny dog sweater.
I paid the $150 and drove him home, he stood up in the passenger seat while I made my way back and then at a red light he came over and sat on my lap.
I carried him inside and Veronica's face was a mixture of horror and happiness, and Austin walked over to her but he came back and sat by me. We didn't know it at the time but Austin barks like crazy at everyone who comes in the house or who he meets for the first time. The only two people we've seen him not do that to are Veronica and me.
Eventually Veronica came around and she now is part of the friendship triangle, and she has decreed Austin her favorite dog ever.