My name is Kris!

UPDATED BIO 05/09/2010: Kris here! Not much new to report. Well, I did change foster homes. Now, I'm living in Miramar, FL. That was because I really need to potty every few hours, and my new foster mommy is home more often. While you don't have to be home ALL the time for me, I do love human companionship and am content to sit by your side while you work, watch TV, cook, or want to love on me!

Foster mom promises me that I'm going to get a home soon. I really hope she's right. I'm back on a strict diet to get to 10 lbs. I still have a tiny limp on my right leg. I had an Xray which was fine. My Dogtor thinks it was possibly from years of neglect and really long nails. I do better the thinner I am. I love to go for walks too. Please don't overlook me because of my age. I'm a sweetie pie and really want someone to love me. Thanks for reading about me. xoxo - Kris, the "Kris"mas Yorkie.

UPDATED BIO 03/29/2010: Hi there! My name is Kris. I'm 10 years old and 11 lbs. I'm the "Kris"mas Yorkie, because I was left at a shelter on the day before Christmas. It was a sad time for me while so many other yorkies were happy and enjoying their families. Things have changed since UYR, though! Now, I am enjoying my foster mommy. She is taking wonderful care of me and tells me stories of my new family that is out there just waiting for me!

Well, I know I told you I lost some poundage and now weigh about 11 lbs. (yay me!) That's because foster mommy cut out my treats. She said the salty treats were making me want to drink more and potty inside. (oops!). I am much better now. I had a sad life before I found my foster mommy, and I like to be around her. I'd love to find a family where my new mommy or daddy would be home to hang out with me. I'm kind of "love-starved" she says. I'm making up for lost time, I guess! When she's home, I follow her around like her shadow! When she leaves me, I might bark a little bit. I have to remind her she forgot to take me with her!

Foster mommy says you'd never believe what a wonderful boy I am. She told me that there are lots of special people out there who want to adopt a senior pup. I told her I would be patient and will wait for the news someday that I will be adopted! Boy, I can't wait for that day when I can have my very own FURever mommy and/or daddy. Well, thank you for reading my story. If you're home a lot and have the time to let me love you, please write to my FM. I'll be waiting for you!! xoxo Kris

UPDATED BIO 03/07/2010: Hi there! It's Kristopher. I just wanted to say hi and let everybody know how I was doing. Well, FM has had me on a strict diet since I came to live with her. I used to weigh 14 lbs. Now, I'm closer to 11 lb. I feel great and go walking with her twice a day. My wrist feels a whole lot better since I got skinnier. I'm not a young whipper-snapper, but I do just fine! My favorite thing in life is to be with my person. If I had my choice, I would love love love love love (that's five loves if you were counting) to live with someone who was home all the time. That would give me lots of lovin' time (I just want to hang out on the couch with you). Also, I need to go potty pretty regularly (every couple of 2-3 hours or so); so, a backyard would be super cool! FM told me there's someone out there for me.... and foster mommies don't lie.... so, whoever you are, please adopt me soon, 'kay?

UPDATED BIO 1/31/2010: My name is Kris! I am a 10 year old 13 lb boy (but I'm on a diet and will hopefully be 11-12 lbs soon!) who was dumped at the shelter on Christmas Eve. Can you believe the nerve!? Thank goodness the shelter made a special call to United Yorkie Rescue. The shelter knew that I deserved to spend the holidays with a loving family and that UYR could connect me to a nice family who was looking for an older fella just like me to share their home with them. See, I'm 10 years old. I was adopted form the shelter when I was young, but I don't think my adoptive mommy knew that you're supposed to take care of us furkids FURever. Maybe she didn't read that part of the adoption paperwork? Well, I'm a little older now, but I'm not too old for love.

My Foster Mommy loves me so much and says I am a joy to take care of. She says that my perfect FURever home would be one in which I had a more mature mommy and/or daddy. That's only because I like to lounge around on the couch and go for short walks. I am friendly and loving. I don't make much noise at all. I don't mind kitty cats. Really, I think I'm quite the catch. Don't you like my new haircut? I already had my dental (I had lots of toofers removed, but you can't even tell by looking at me, and I can still eat without any problems). My bloodwork was great too. My only little thing is that I sometimes favor my front paw. My Dogtor thinks it might be because my nails were so overgrown for so long that I just have a little doggy arthritis. I just started on an herbal supplement that has glucosamine in it. We're gonna see if that makes it feel better.

Even though somebody didn't want to love me through my "golden years" (remember, Yorkies can live WELL into our teens), I'm hoping there's somebody out there who wants me to be their companion FURever. It's hard for me to compete with the puppies, but I have to believe there's somebody out there for me. Could it be you?

ORIGINAL BIO 12/24/2009: My name is Kris (as in Kringle). I am an older fella who was given a Christmas miracle, and was saved by UYR on the "Night before Christmas". I am 10 years old and weigh 14 lbs (though I need a diet and will likely weigh 11-12 lbs at most). I am being fostered in Sunrise, FL. I wanted to express my sincerest gratitute for being pulled from the shelter and given a second chance at a happy life. I didn't know how to do it so FM helped me write a poem. I hope you like it:

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Miami
Most doggies were gathered with good friends and family.

But for me on this day, my worst dreams would come true
After 10 years with my owner, our relationship was through.

She took me to the shelter, where she knew not my fate.
As for hopes of adoption, my chances weren't great.

My nails grew in circles, my coat was all matted.
My eyes a little cloudy, my teeth a little rotted.

I was covered in ticks. It was almost as though,
If anyone had ever loved me, you would never have known.

I sat in my cage, as time passed so slow.
I tried to be brave. I wasn't ready to go.

I had given my best years to my dear family.
I couldn't believe they could just discard me.

When I started to feel like my hopes were all lost
A girl walked into my hallway and she started to pause.

She stopped at my cage and she pointed at me.
She said, "I'm here to take you home. Come on, boy you're free!"

She told me she'd love me as if I was her own
Until that fateful day I find my FURever home.

Now I'm clean and tick-free. She combed me all through.
My nails are cut down, and I'm getting a haircut too.

I'm finally a beloved member of my foster family.

THANK YOU, UYR, FOR RESCUING ME!!!