Giants Among Us

So, we've been wondering...it you are part Yorkie and part Chihuahua - two little dogs - why are you almost the same size we are?

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I was curous too, and I looked it up. It says here that originally Yorkies were all my size. We were bred to fight rats in mines, and we needed to be big enough to get the job done.

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Oh come on. You expect us to believe you are a genetic anomaly and not just sneaking extra treats? You know, it says here that male Cairn terriers generally weigh 13-14 pounds.

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Quick! Throw that thing away before mom sees it!

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As you can see, at 22 pounds, I was perfect.

(This is Geordie. The original Bitey Dog!)

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18 Comments

  1. Unknown's avatar

    Something about the phrase “fight rats in coal mines” strikes me as quite funny. I have this image of an yorkie and a rat going at it fisticuffs style. Sometimes the yorkie wins and sometimes the rat wins. Terriers are a dog of function, mostly vermin hunting and barn dogs. Mine is a very rare badger hunter. Sadly, we are a bit shy of badgers around here, so The Terrier is relegated to the lowly world of chipmunks, but don’t let those little cartoon rodents fool you! They are survivors of the last ice age and are merciless, opportunist killers. I’ll bet Murphy, (at his perfect weight!, don’t listen to the chubby Cairns) would have a field day Chipmunk 🐿️ hunting and harkening back to his brethren and the olden times of being a working terrier!

    Anony-mouse and The Terrier

  2. Unknown's avatar

    It’s so funny that you mentioned rabbits! This morning we had a rabbit den tragedy. The Terrier went outside for her morning constitution and there were two dead baby bunnies and two alive trying to get away. But since the rabbit den is inside The Terrier’s fence they were wrangled in pretty easily. My sister looked at the den and saw there was a third dead baby bunny that was on the receiving end of an shredding attack, probably an aerial raid by a flying predator; my guess is a red-tailed hawk. The mother rabbit is no where to be found. Perhaps the hawk successfully got her. In any case, my sister cleaned out the casualties, wrangled the two remaining bunnies and tucked them back into their den and I called the local wildlife rescue volunteer organization. They advised to put the babies back into the den and set up a pattern of sticks that if the mother returns the sticks would be disturbed. If the mother doesn’t return, then to call them back tomorrow morning and they will take the two remaining bunnies for rehab and release. It seems like we have at least one wildlife emergency a year. Last year it was the red-tailed hawk, the year before a squirrel fell from a tree, oftentimes there are birds that need help as well.

    As far as The Terrier taking on your rabbits, she’s like watching a spider monkey fight. It’s kind of hilarious actually. She isn’t a laser targeting killer, but more of movement all over the place, which actually is less efficient when it comes to killing prey. She can do it, but there’s a lot of fancy footwork involved! Our previous terrier was a natural born killer: rats, moles, birds, snakes and even a vole. She was like watching lightning. She even would catch houseflies! Her kill rate was 100%.

    I feel for you if the bunnies are munching away at your garden produce. I gave up on gardening and just support the local organic farmer and figure he needs to make a living. After all, after I grow vegetables I figure that I’m paying a small fortune to do that and get so-so results at best. I must say I do envy your green thumb!

    Murphy probably loves his new home and be peaceful with the bunnies! Tell him he has a fan club!

    Anony-mouse and The Terrier

  3. Julia's avatar

    Nox may be part Yorkie. When we meet up with Yorkie owners, they do seem to think she’s part Yorkie, with her large ears. Nox was a fierce mouser. She often killed mice with her terrier shake. Then, she’d bring the dead mouse inside her crate and bury it in the blankets. Once she decided she didn’t like us stealing her mice, she would bury them in the sunflower seeds under the bird feeder.

    She loved chasing rabbits and squirrels. She once bit a rabbit and was very upset when it cried. She was having fun and didn’t like it that the rabbit wasn’t having fun.

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