Whether I am running around a medieval kingdom like Westeros or just walking around the Upper East Side of Manhattan I would look pretty bad ass with a huge scary looking monster dog at my side.
I’ve always loved big dogs, not just because they cause serious damage as warrior pets, but because I’m a man, a big dumb man who likes explosions and 1980’s Chuck Norris.
Almost two years ago I started dating a girl that had a Yorkie. Against every fiber of my being I found myself getting attached to it. Maybe it was her silky soft fur, or her one floppy ear, or the fact that it turns out all dogs are pretty fucking great, as long as I’m not 8 and they aren’t chewing on my brand new remote control cop car. I still miss that cop car.
At first I felt a bit self-conscious walking around the city with this little 6.2 pounder, but I quickly realized it was the most manly thing I could be doing. After all, what is more manly than being man enough to not give a sweet fuck what anyone thinks about you? Fighting Fires? yes, probably…but its still pretty manly. Also, every other woman that walks by looks at her like she just discovered true love. Last time I checked, the love and adoration of women is something most men want super hard.
I could tell you that Yorkie’s were originally created to protect the lunchboxes of steel workers in England, or that at least one Yorkie saved some lives being a bad ass in WWII (see link below), but at the end of the day you can’t judge a dog by its size, well you can, but you aren’t always right.