Of Yorkshire Terriers and Basketball

[tinhuviel]

Aunt Tudi collects smiley face memorabilia. She has this miniature basketball, oh about 18 inches in diameter, that's yellow and has a smiley face on it. When she got it, it was slightly deflated, so Uncle Michael pumped it up, but he put too much air in it. So now this happy face looks like it's smiling to hide the fact that it wants to take a gun into a MacDonalds...y'know....lots of pressure.

Anyway, I had brought home this office basketball kit from work. It was a POP item for an Eve 6 promotional campaign (at least I think that was the band) and it was left over from the project, so I just brought it home. Aunt Tudi rigs this kit up on our back door and keeps the smiley ball nearby so we can shoot hoops if so incined.

When we shoot hoops, though, Chester gets all bent out of shape and takes the ball away as best he can. This ball is way too big for him to pick up with his teeth, so he just pushes it along with his chest and nose, growling like a rabid weasel. The little bastard gets vicious, I say!

So I was thinking..what if he was able to finally get a tooth hooked into that highly pressurized ball? Of course, the ball would pop like a bloodsucking tick, and probably blow Chester's teeth right out of his head. Then we'd have a toothless Yorkie.

Nothing would be more pathetic than a toothless Yorkie. That's like having a blind midget with a penchant for fighting living in your house. It's comically sad, but sad nonetheless.

Comments

[lausa.livejournal.com]

Am way behind reading journals, but was amused by your account of Chester. I miss my Yorkie, Hairy! My favorite memory of him goes back to the time when he hit puberty. He found my daughter's stuffed world globe and humped it across the floor and back for an entire night. We photographed him (Yorkie porn?) before pitching the globe away at the end of the evening. Funny, he never went after another dog. It was the world or nothing for Hairy.