Casey and Squirt
My name is Casey. I am the larger of the two Yorkshire Terriers in the picture. I have been in PebbleCreek from Washington State for four years already. How time flies! I was alone when we arrived. Well, of course, I had my Papa and Mama, Steffen and Sheila Jacobson here, but I didn’t have any of my kind with me. It wasn’t necessary because there are so many new scents and things to see and hear that were new to me. I was pretty busy. There was talk of a cat to keep me company and I was fine with that.
Then one day, we took a car ride. I had to stay in the car. When Papa and Mama returned, I saw her! My kind! We are similar in color, but she’s a lot smaller than I am and, of course, younger. She was born far away in Japan! Her family at the time thought she was going to a new home there, but that didn’t work out. So she came to Arizona and we are the lucky ones for that. We had to change her name, too. In Japan they called her Ichigo. What!? It means strawberry and that’s cute, but it’s not easy to say, let alone have to call it out—”Here Ichy”! Since she’s a little squirt of a girl, naturally we named her Squirt.
Since then, we have had two cat additions to our family. Rusty, a Calico, and Kona, a Siamese. Both are rescues. Rusty thinks she’s a dog. Mama calls her a cog (cat/dog) and she is larger than Squirt and I. We all play together, too. Kona is a sweet cat that just needed some love and boy she has returned it. I’ll have Rusty write another article about our two lovely felines.
Because the temps are so warm now, we can’t go for walks. Our feet will burn! So we take trips to the Dog Park. We know what time we go too—and we make sure that Papa and Mama know that it’s time! We go in the early morning to romp on the damp grass with our many friends. Or, in Squirt’s case, monitor the rest of the dogs from her perch on her Uncle Lou’s lap. In cooler weather, we may get to go twice a day! We miss our walks and hunting for rabbits, but we at least get to see them in the neighbor’s yard or fairway and chase after them from inside our fence.
In the evening you’ll find us playing together, maybe with Rusty the cat, stealing a ball from each other or retrieving the ball thrown to the other room.
Then, it’s on the recliner with Papa awaiting our evening treats when dinner is served. After that, well, it’s time to go to sleep, right? After all, Papa does.