Pup had to go to the vet's for a check up and shots last month. While going over her file the vet questioned what breed she was.
She is big. Bigger than a Yorkie should be. She is also heavy. Solid like a beagle. She's no lap dog.
I bought her from a backyard breeder as a Parti Yorkie. That is a Yorkshire that has a certain gene that makes it white. I didn't buy her because I wanted that particular breed.
I bought her because she was cute. I saw her on an ebay classified at 2 am and knew she was going to be mine. Until now I didn't really care what she was but now the vet had me worried. For reasons I can't explain I didn't ask to see her parents the day I picked her up. It never crossed my mind. The vet had me feeling like a fool and even changed her file to "mixed breed terrier".
The vet did have a point. She didn't fit the profile of the breed so we shouldn't be feeding her like a 10 pound dog if she should be 13-which she is. So we went home and did some homework and decided to have her tested by the most reputable (and expensive) company out there.
It's been 6 weeks of anxious waiting for the results. Is she a stocky mixed breed or an overweight Yorkie?
Oh, dear. The results are in. Pup is 100% Yorkie. Her entire family tree is Yorkie. All of her DNA is Yorkie. I've got pages and pages of fancy shmancy science talk that tells me, that in spite of her size and floppy ears, she is indeed a very purebred Yorkie with happily no genetic markers for inherited diseases-and they test for hundreds of them. The results are very impressive.
I can't wait to go back to the vet's and rub it into her face but the victory is hollow. That makes me the owner of a very overweight Yorkie. Shame on me.