A story To tell....

I was remembering way back in the  mid 70's when I came across little Beauty.

 I was visiting my Mum , as at the time I was living in London. I used to regularly catch the train from Kings Cross to Newcastle. Which was a three and a half hour Journey.

 

My brother informed me that they had a few days ago came across a lost and very sad looking Yorkshire Terrier.  She had been dumped by all accounts , and looking in very bad condition.

Her toe nails were so long they circled round and round , and her fur was so matted it was all lumpy. Her teeth were poor and what with bad breath , it was apparent she had been  neglected and had been for an awful long time.

 My heart sank and a plan popped into my head, I would take her back to London.

 

All ready and packed I popped her into my large duffel bag, and she didn't seem to mind. After a few days with her with cuddles I think she put her trust in me.

Boarding the train I think I felt like a criminal smuggling her on board.

The carriages were full at six people per carriage.

It was a relief to reach my destination with no hold-ups.

 

I Called her Beauty .

The Vet trimmed her fur cut her nails and cleaned her teeth. He informed me she must at least be well over 10years old plus...

Well after a few days of settling in , I took her up on the Common . It's a day I will never forget... The look on her little fluffy face was pure joy. She ran with me the breeze blowing in her little face. It had all been worth while to see her this happy.

It was  worth to me  more than a million dollars.

 

Her time with me was Joyous and a very contented little Yorkshire Terrier , she lived up to her name little Beauty.