Trinket

I remember seeing a Yorkie in Eva Gabor’s arms on Green Acres and thinking, That’s the dog for me. I’ve always dreamed of having one and even had the perfect name picked out: Trinket.

Now that I’m older, I realize I don’t really have the time for a dog—but the dream of having my own little Trinket still lingers.

My husband knew how much I wanted one, so he surprised me with a garden ornament shaped like a Yorkie. This Trinket has never been outside.  He sits proudly on the floor under our TV. He’s absolutely adorable. Best of all? He’s potty trained, doesn’t bark, doesn’t shed, doesn’t eat, and I don’t have to walk him!

For the longest time, my granddaughter thought the breed was actually called a “Trinket.” That is, until a few years ago when she saw a woman walking a Yorkie. She told the woman, “My Oma has always wanted a Trinket.” The woman smiled and kindly explained that the dog was a Yorkie, and “Trinket” was just the name I would’ve given it.

Later that day, my granddaughter called me, absolutely mortified, saying I had embarrassed her in front of all her friends!