@Freya @EC @CatherineofAragon That house reminds me of another house when I got my Yorkie when she was three weeks old. I saw the ad in the paper, Yorkies for sale. $600. It was about 15 miles from my house so I drove there. The road went into the country and houses were seen less and less. I began to think I should have brought someone with me. I saw men working on a church and stopped there to ask them where this house was as I was now in a secluded area. They directed me to the house.
I got out of my car and a man came out of the door. I went there and he asked me if I was afraid of dogs. I said, "No, if they are Yorkies". He opened the door and I went in and was immediately surrounded by Yorkies of every size, jumping on my legs. There were 45 Yorkies living in that house - 45 - and they all were jumping on me. He took me in the kitchen and I sat on a tall chair to get out of the dogs.
The woman went into a room and brought back this tiny Yorkie. She handed her to me and she stuck her head down into my crook of my elbow and didn't move. I thought she was saying, "Get me the hell out of here." She gave me the papers on the dog, I gave her $600 cash and left. I had brought a dog carrier and put the dog in that and went directly to a vet near my house. I made an appointment to take this dog there the next day. I went home and put this dog in a new small pink dog bed. She was home. I named her Prissy since my dad almost named me Priscilla. My mom said no, people will call her Prissy. Later, my mom said I was prissy so they should have named me that.
That house was full of dogs everywhere you looked. The woman told me this little dog would not sleep with the others, that she stayed and slept next to the fireplace. She was so tiny, no wonder she wanted away from those bigger dogs. That was a bad place for me to be with all those dogs - I would have wanted to be away from them, too.
This is my dog house story to go along with the pictures of your cat house story.
