My mom went to the pet store, to buy fish food for her pond fish. From the corner of her eye, she saw me. She came over to see my cuteness up close, and told the pet store lady she had a silky terrier for many years......she asked to hold me (whoohooo, this is *the one*, I just know it!!!......then......sadly, she said, "she did not need a dog, she just got a small house and was never home". I was crushed, I moped to the back of my pen........Thirty minutes later, she was BACK! I was hers!!! YIPPPEEEEE.

I love going on vacations and playing with all my doggy "cousins" and there are LOTS!

My Auntie* named me because my mom loved Friends. I'm kinda cuckoo, like the character, Phoebe..... 

*she's actually my mom's 2 legged daughter, but that seems too weird, so we call her Auntie.

You may be wondering why there are not many pix of me, alone....it's because I'm very shy. The pic of me smiling is a RARE moment.

My story....the lady at the pet store where my "sister" Phoebe came from called my mom. She said, "I have a cute little boy yorkie, whose ears never flipped up. He's lived here seven months...I know how much you love Phoebe, ya want him?" My mom rushed right over.

If you look up "scaredy cat" in the dictionary, my picture SHOULD be there. I am terrified of strangers, especially teenage boys. My mom thinks I was abused, by a young male worker at the store. Like most puppy mill pups, I have had a lot of health problems. But the worst one was my hips. I had hip replacement when I was two years old. I'm feeling much better, now.

My mom and sister and all my doggy cousins love me, any way. And, in my own way, I love them, too. Excuse me, I have to go back to pretending I'm part of the furniture, now.