Bounding out the door came a beast of a dog. He had brown and black fur with flecks of silver down the sides, and his ears were erect like a German shepherd’s. He looked like a wolf and stood as tall as the middle of my chest. His tail wagged so hard that his bum shot from side to side—even while he charged at us. He leapt at me, I fell backward, and he started licking my face until I couldn’t breathe. I started to cry. But Yorkie kept licking, yelping with glee. He was doing his best to welcome us home.
I’ll never forget sweet Yorkie! There’s a part at the very end (no spoilers) that was so powerful about Yorkie.
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