Well firstly let's just start by saying I know Maya and Rosco have the "evil eye" syndrome in that blog photo! But in my defence it is the most recent photo I took of them and I don't have any photo software editing packages. So that is it - the raw untouched photo. You get what you get sometimes in life and that includes "evil eye" photos!
When I lived in Africa I had two adorable Staffordshire Terriers. I don't have a photo of them here, but here is one I found on Wiki (yes I know, I know Wiki is not the best knowledge base!, but it was copyright free). However, I must add that this pic looks very similar to Rogue our bitch. She has a brother (different litters and two years apart in age), his name is Teddy. When we moved to the UK, Rogue and Teddy were given up for adoption to a lovely family who lived on a farm. We didn't know what kind of life we were coming to and decided if we couldn't afford to live somewhere with a nice big garden like they were used to it wouldn't be fair. Good thing too. We ended up living in flats for nearly 6 years without any gardens.
So when we decided it was time to add to our family again we did some research. We were looking to find a breed of dog that would fit in with our lifestyle and our home. The Yorkshire Terrier rated about 3rd highest in all the categories we identified as important to us. I can't even remember what the other two breeds were because every time I saw a picture of a Yorkie my heart melted.
We read all the negative info about adopting two dogs at the same time. We read all the horror stories about having two puppies together. We still went ahead and did it. We agonised over the decision and researched and read everything we could about how to make it work. We were determined to give them the best possible life, but we really wanted two. We decided to put in some serious hard work to make it a reality for us. I am so happy we did.
I couldn't imagine life without Maya and Rosco now. They are my pride and joy. We got them when they were 8 weeks old. They were such tiny lovely little bundles of joy. Their first day at home they were shy and timid. How heart-rendering that first night was when we put them to sleep in their crates (we decided to separate them and crate train them). They cried for ages. We persevered and I am so happy we did. They soon settled down and we continued to crate train them and we separated them in the house. One day my husband would have Maya and I would have Rosco, then we would swap the next day. Playing, training and teaching separately and limited time together. It was hard work! We did that for over 8 months and it really paid off. They developed individual personalities. They bonded with us and they are both pretty well behaved and love pleasing.
When I lived in Africa I had two adorable Staffordshire Terriers. I don't have a photo of them here, but here is one I found on Wiki (yes I know, I know Wiki is not the best knowledge base!, but it was copyright free). However, I must add that this pic looks very similar to Rogue our bitch. She has a brother (different litters and two years apart in age), his name is Teddy. When we moved to the UK, Rogue and Teddy were given up for adoption to a lovely family who lived on a farm. We didn't know what kind of life we were coming to and decided if we couldn't afford to live somewhere with a nice big garden like they were used to it wouldn't be fair. Good thing too. We ended up living in flats for nearly 6 years without any gardens.
So when we decided it was time to add to our family again we did some research. We were looking to find a breed of dog that would fit in with our lifestyle and our home. The Yorkshire Terrier rated about 3rd highest in all the categories we identified as important to us. I can't even remember what the other two breeds were because every time I saw a picture of a Yorkie my heart melted.
We read all the negative info about adopting two dogs at the same time. We read all the horror stories about having two puppies together. We still went ahead and did it. We agonised over the decision and researched and read everything we could about how to make it work. We were determined to give them the best possible life, but we really wanted two. We decided to put in some serious hard work to make it a reality for us. I am so happy we did.
I couldn't imagine life without Maya and Rosco now. They are my pride and joy. We got them when they were 8 weeks old. They were such tiny lovely little bundles of joy. Their first day at home they were shy and timid. How heart-rendering that first night was when we put them to sleep in their crates (we decided to separate them and crate train them). They cried for ages. We persevered and I am so happy we did. They soon settled down and we continued to crate train them and we separated them in the house. One day my husband would have Maya and I would have Rosco, then we would swap the next day. Playing, training and teaching separately and limited time together. It was hard work! We did that for over 8 months and it really paid off. They developed individual personalities. They bonded with us and they are both pretty well behaved and love pleasing.
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