• This year we will be having another Everyone Welcome Breakfast prior to our Annual Board Meeting on Friday morning 8:30 am.  

• We have the Hospitality Suite from Thursday afternoon through Saturday morning where we will enjoy coffee, snacks and friendship.   

• Friday night we are having an Italian Dinner catered by Coco's Italian Kitchen, please see price below.  

• Saturday morning we will have coffee and snacks in the Hospitality Room and Saturday night will be our Smoky Awards Banquet.

• More fun activities to be announced! 

Hi everyone:

September will be here before you know it.

For those of you who will be joining YTNR at the Sheraton Music City Hotel in Nashville; the price for the Smoky Award Banquet Dinner on Saturday night and the Friday night Italian feast from Coco's Italian Kitchen will be $105 per person. 

The price of $105 per person will cover dinner for 2 evenings, Friday night and Saturday night, it will also cover all the food, drinks and snacks that we have in our Hospitality Suite Thursday - Saturday.  

Our Italian feast will be in the Hospitality Suite and the Banquet Dinner will be held in the beautiful Oaklands Room. 

Thursday evening will be a cold buffet supper in the Hospitality Suite.

Please send your check made out to YTNR:

Patti Kushnir (YTNR Secretary)

19361 Brookhurst St  Space 191

Huntington Beach, California  92646 

Be prepared to have a fun filled time!!!!!!!

Many thanks,

Patti

 Thank You to the Many Wonderful Generous July Contributors

 General Fund   

Mahmoud Loghman-Adham

Pieter Vermeulen Bentley
Kathryn Schuller Bentley

Liver Shunt Fund 

MaryElizabeth Dugmore in honor of Betty DeAcetis

 

Yorkie Angel Donors 

Bette Gae Dart *

Hannelie Vermeulin *

Kathryn C Schuller *

Lindsay Hardin *

Pieter Vermeulen *

Karin & Alan Nakashima *

MaryElizabeth Dugmore *

Betty Jo Williams *

Bonnie Medina *

Brenda Jasper * 

Yorkies are very bright and even when rascally, seem to love to make their people laugh.  My recently departed Bob, would have achieved world domination for a treat if he'd had opposable thumbs.  Or at least that is what our vet said.  :)

It's been six months since he died and for some reason three different friends mentioned Bob to me yesterday citing how much they loved his ridiculous sense of entitlement, extreme attitude, hilarious bossiness and his strong desire to be the life of the party. When he wanted to be picked up, he would stare at you, bark and then back up.  A running joke at all our parties was the saying, "Back it up, Bob!"  All agreed that he was 200 lbs of dog crammed into a 5 lb body.  Naturally all these stories  made me cry.

 Does anyone on this list know when you will finally stop crying from missing the babies we've lost?

Thanks Julie.  Bob lived with no regrets and no remorse, ever! Beginning in 2003, I had three dogs of wildly varying sizes (55 lbs, 15 lbs and 5 lbs.)  For some reason, whenever a dog had an "accident" it was always in my dining room, which was the furthest room from most activities in the house. 

Obviously by the size of the "accident", it was usually a snap to ascertain the  culprit by a visual inspection of the evidence.  But body language was enough for at least two of the culprits.  For whatever reason (probably the juvenile sense of humor shared by my son and I) once a discovery was made,  the script played out as follows:

Me, in loud scary accusatory voice:  "Who pooped?  Does anyone know who pooped in the dining room?"

Beau the Standard Poodle:  If the culprit, he would come to the top of the stairs, hang his head and look really really guilty.  Sugar the Llasa Poo would venture to the bottom of the steps and look really really sad.

Sugar:  If she was the culprit, would hide in the furthest bathroom at the top of the stairs which was the greatest distance from the act. If she could have cried tears of guilt, she would have.  Beau would venture to the bottom of the stairs and hope I knew it wasn't his. He looked a little sorry even if it wasn't his.

Bob:  Regardless of innocence or guilt, he would come flying into the dining room, sniff the poop, strut around and basically conveyed  the attitude of "Poop, who cares about a little poop?"  If it was definitely his, he still acted like he had no idea how it got there.

Made us laugh every single time..................which is why I miss him so badly.  He made me laugh out loud at least 10 times a day ON AN AVERAGE DAY!  As a puppy mill reject, that dog probably cost me over $20,000 in vet bills over the 11 years, 3 months and 4 days of our life together, not counting routine exams.

 Over the years, my husband and I came up with this formula when it came to Bob and his vet bills: If you value a laugh at a dollar per laugh, we owed Bob money.  It's amazing how quiet it is in the house without him and how many less laugh lines I have around my eyes and mouth.....and how we would still be gladly paying those bills if we could just have him back.


Naughty Bob!