One day a few months ago, I was standing out in front of the puppy window, looking over the kennel. I do that sometimes just to get my thoughts in order.
This disheveled looking lady came up to the puppy window, made a bee-line to a black and tan Chihuahua puppy we had and said, "Is that a Yorkus?"
That's how she pronounced Yorkies. So it rhymed with orcas. Yorkus. I learned long ago never to correct someone's pronunciation. People who say dash-hound are convinced that it is supposed to be pronounced dash hound and no crash courses in German or the meaning of the root word "dach" in the word Dachshund is going to make a difference. Same with people who refer to millet spray as mullet. No use telling them mullet is a fish, they don't care. The world, in general, likes to remain ignorant.
So I just said, "No, that's a Chihuahua puppy."
She was unconvinced. "That don't look like no Chihuahua. Looks like a Yorkus to me. You sure that's not a Yorkus?"
Please note, there is a cage card that says, very largely, CHIHUAHUA. Also be aware, this dog looks exactly like a damn Chihuahua and nothing like any Yorkie you've ever seen. She was a smooth coated Chihuahua, not even a long-haired, so the lady didn't have that as an excuse, either.
I just said, "Yes, I'm very sure. That's a Chihuahua puppy."
"Someone could have made a mistake," she says confidently.
"Oh I know," she snaps back, peevishly. "I've had lots of 'em. I even had a white one, oncet."
A white Yorkie? Ooookay. Sure.
"Yeap. And dont'cha know, I bred her to my male.. Oh, lots of times. Over and over and over again, but not one of them pups ever come out lookin' like a Yorkus?" This said with a slightly probing questioning tone, as if she might like me to throw light on the mystery of why her extraordinarily rare white Yorkus never produced pups that looked like a purebred Yorkshire Terrier.
"You don't say," is all I would give up.
I wasn't about to tell this lady that if her dog was pure white it was not a Yorkie. I'll let someone else fight that battle. Clearly, she wouldn't know a good looking Yorkie if it bit her in the ankle since she's convinced that a Chihuahua is a Yorkie, so what's the point?
"Nope. I could only ever get 'bout 150 dollars for 'em," she said sadly.
I didn't reply, and she didn't say anything for a minute or two, inspecting all the puppies. Suddenly, she hollers over her shoulder at me, accusingly, "What they doin' for water if you let 'em sleep in their water bowls?"
This mistake happens frequently. For the little dogs, I put very large dog bowls in their cages to sleep in. For some reason, people only see the puppy sleeping in a very large dish, completely ignore the other dish filled with food in their cage and the water bottle hanging on the outside, and freak out, saying things like this. Why people think that we would give a 2 pound dog a food bowl big enough for the largest Great Dane in the world, I have no idea. But they do. All the damn time.
"That's not their water bowls. They have water bottles on their cages."
"Well what in the hell is it in there for, then?" She demands.
"For them to sleep in."
At this, either she felt extremely foolish or she had run out of things to say, because she wandered away, leaving me wondering what in the hell just happened here?