are yorkies gentle dogs?

Answer 1

They are terriers so they are hyper as well as gentle.

Answer 2

Depends on their breeding and mostly on how they are raised and trained.

If you want to be sure to get a gentle one, go to a yorkie rescue (search online) and see if they have one that suits your wants. Rescues assess the needs and personality of their dogs to match them to the right adoptive home.

Answer 3

Yes. I have two. They are not my first. I have owned many Yorkies over the past 20 years.

Answer 4

I've found that most dogs, if not played with roughly, will grow up to be more gentle dogs. If you don't encourage rough behavior, you will find yourself with a more gentle dog. It's all in how you handle and treat them... :)

Answer 5

It all depends on their Breeding.You absolutely do not want inbreeding or line Breeding,that is potential for hyperactivity ,emotional problems and even genetic disorders.Make sure you see the parents and siblings and spend some time with prospective puppy and check out the surroundings and environment it has been born into.Good Luck !!!!Happy Hunting!!!!

Answer 6

Of course they are very gentle, and sweet, very lovable, loyal, and they do tend to be a little Hyper, also great house alarms o own one love him so much, hes name is Tony.

Answer 7

Yea I have 3

Answer 8

yes yorkies are very gentel.but some can be very mean when you bother them a lot. and remember if you buy a tecup they could get very hurt!

Answer 9

We always had dogs, cats, birds and neighbourhood kids in our house. I was always destined to end up somewhere in the area of pets as my chosen niche in life. Even as a child, I was always bringing home strays and injured wildlife. I was the first in my family to go into purebred registered dogs and also the first to go into the pet industry of grooming.

After high school, I had various jobs including a stint with the Federal Government, then decided to go to University with the aspirations of being a Veterinarian. After a few years it dawned on me that I likely would not be able to cope with the life losses necessary in a veterinary practice. I finished my studies at the University of British Columbia in 1983 with a Bachelor Degree in Agriculture, Animal Science major. I never found a happy niche there either with the jobs I had relative to my degree, and in 1990, found myself in a position of being able to do what I had wanted to do in first place when I was 18 years old - dog grooming. The sport of purebred dogs and Yorkies didn't come until 1995, after I had been grooming for a few years.

Now, I am happy, showing and breeding Yorkshire Terriers, grooming small pet dogs, and I like writing about my experiences and as people who know me concur, expressing my opinions, not always very diplomatically. My family thinks I am a bit odd, not at all like the rest of the family. They think I am a bit of a strange duck pursuing the interests that I pursue, tilt at the windmills I tilt at, stand for the beliefs that I have, and try to make the world a better place for the animals God has given us in our care.

Heck, it works for my dogs and me, and clients are happy, I think.












What is a Breeder?



". . .A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience, Convenience, and commitment. A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important show into this years "vacation".

The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee - or tea in my case!) in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or cry.

The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies have to be fed at eight. She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn, literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams. A Breeders lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed. A Breeders hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose. A Breeders back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable the breeder to show the next choice pup to a Championship.

A Breeders shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from competitors, but they're wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and frustrations. A Breeders arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer. A Breeders ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a sick puppy.

A Breeders eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen. A Breeders brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer. It's so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse: it catalogues thousands of good bonings, fine ears, and perfect heads... And buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.

The Breeders heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope everlasting... and it's always in the right place! Oh, yes, there are breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!!. . ."




so yeah what im try ing to say is YES!!!!!!

Answer 10

no they are just going to get u ruff in the butt cuz it yorks