Hello everyone,
It’s that time again!
Another zany grandma story!!!
For those who don’t follow the zany grandma train here is a quick run down. My grandma is quite eccentric and some of the things she does make no sense. For example, refusing to get a new oven because she is emotionally attached to her old one even though it leaks gas and could explode.
In a previous post I wrote about the struggle of getting my grandma a new dog. In the post I mentioned that she had owned three West Highland Terriers before and the latest recently passed. I said there was another story in this, so here it is.
In the late 60’s my grandma bought her family their first dog. She bought the dog from a breeder and wanted to name the tiny terrier Hercules. However, her children talked her into naming the Westie, Yankee. Note: They were not New York Yankees fans.
The first dog died in the early 80’s. Soon after Yankee died my grandma decided to get another dog.
So, my grandmother contacted another breeder and bought another West Highland Terrier.
Now, this is where it gets weird. My family wanted to name the dog, but my grandmother insisted on naming the dog Yankee…
Let that sink in.
She said the reason was so she wouldn’t call the dog by the wrong name. However, my grandma has never been good with change (remember the oven??).
She replaced her deceased dog with the same breed of dog and gave it the same name.
Yes, both dogs were male and looked exactly alike.
Yankee 2 died in 1998 and immediately after the dog died my grandma contacted another breeder.
The breeder lived in New York and my entire family took a vacation to go and pick up her new dog. This 3rd dog, also a Westie, is the one I remember and grew up with.
My grandmother picked up her new dog and my uncle adopted the dog’s sibling. My grandmother took the dog home and named him…. Go on take a guess.
She named him Yankee! Bet you didn’t see that one coming.
Luckily, my uncle did not name his dog Yankee.
Yankee 3 lived until 2014. It took a few years for my grandmother to get a new dog.
I talked about the process of finding a new dog for my grandma in a previous post.
Long story short: I refused to let my grandma get a dog from a breeder. She insisted on many specifics for the dog. I found her a toy poodle that she is now completely in love with and spoils like crazy.
The new dog was not named Yankee, but I think this was only because the new dog was female.
She named her new dog Corrie.
~Desibee