Last week, we both showed up to work. My boss came in as we were in the lobby talking to a co-worker. She came in with an extra dog on a leash. It was another yorkie. (She also has a yorkie.)
They played, they got along just fine. He is bigger than her, actually twice her weight (she's 5lb, he's 10lb).
So I fell in love with him. We have wanted a yorkie or a schnauzer for a while. So of course I took him home for the first night. He's potty trained, already neutered, oh so cute...he slept in bed with us and waited patiently for me to take him out to potty in the morning. We're not allowed a dog unless we pay the fee for him, which what's the point--we're only here two more months. We can't get caught with him because we could get kicked out. So he stays at the shelter at night for now. But I love him, he loves me, he is so sad when I leave. His name is Zippo...
The Lincoln.
That same night, that I took him home, the car made a bad noise... mind you, I drive a luxury car, you cannot hear the engine AT ALL unless you floor it or you get out. I could suddenly hear it very loud, and it sounded like a diesel. Very scary.
David told me to put oil in it, because that's what he was sure it was making that noise for.
After putting oil in, it still made the noise a little on the way to work, and also it smoked when I stopped. I thought it might just be burnt oil from me spilling a little. But I was still terrified to drive home.
Of course, on the way home - with pregnant chick and Zippo both in the car-- it died. Thankfully after I stopped. Towed, then later discovered that it was only the water pump - we thought it was a dead engine... so we got it home, two hour drive for stopping every three minutes to fill it with water on a normal 30 min. drive... so now I'm waiting for the payday to roll around to fix the car... it really sucks. I'm so sad. I'm so glad that my car's not dead though.
Anyways, that's all for now. If you feel like donating.... I'd love you forever. Email me. :D