Happy Friday. Must be time for your weekly dose of Yorkies in the Wild (I know it’s been a while). For this shoot Chewie was sandwiched between my camera and a picture of outside. That’s how we like to do the outdoors in these parts. Climate controlled and without insects.
We are super excited to release these photos today in our Etsy shop! Head on over and check them out. Favorite them, buy them, pin them, stare at them, etc. The holidays are quickly approaching, so keep in mind your fellow dog lovers out there. Over the next several weeks we will be releasing new Yorkies in the Wild prints each Friday.
Model | Chewbacca the Yorkie, age 6, 4.5 pounds
Photo Shoot Soundtrack | Rolling in the Deep, Adele
Feel free to suggest your own captions in the comments. Chewie wants to hear what you have to say. You can check out previous editions of Yorkies in the Wild in the tab up top.
These guys look to do a ton of lap sitting, especially during the knitting hours. In today’s edition of Yorkies in the Wild, we are at Uncle CawfeeGuy’s house and I’ve just completed a knitted bird’s nest in preparation for Susan B. Anderson’s awesome reversible bird and egg knitted toy. Funnily enough, someone discovered the bird’s nest makes the perfect sized hat to transform a Yorkie into an old Russian woman. Since those pictures of Rufus have been deemed too undignified for a Terrier by way of Yorkshire, you get this picture of Chewie looking (shocker) annoyed.
Chewbacca the Yorkie | How is this helping me?!
Photo Shoot Soundtrack | A Little Respect, Erasure
Feel free to suggest your own caption in the comments. Chewie wants to hear what you have to say.
Looks like we are finally introducing our new feature over here at Tripping on Asphalt. I am excited to present to you:
It was inevitable really. If you come here with any regularity, you’ve met the boys. Chewie and Rufus are a comedy team with their own personalities and rhythms, and I hope you can get to know them here, and laugh, like we do every day.
And though I’m not sure what all this is going to turn into quite yet (besides World Domination says Dug), for now you’ll see the more polished stuff here on the blog hopefully once a week, and some extra Instagram content and such if you follow along on the Yorkies in the Wild Facebook Page or Chewbacca the Yorkie’s Twitter Account. We embrace social media here at Tripping on Asphalt. Well, not Dug so much, but he’s decided he wants calling cards to give out when he’s walking Chewie, so when people stop to gush over the very small dog being walked by the very tall man, Dug can flip a card and be all:
“Follow Chewie. He’s on Twitter.”
Can you imagine? Chewie’s been on Twitter for a hot minute and he’s already got like 38 Twitter followers, which is pretty effing good for a non-celebrity with no sex tape and no thumbs. We also embrace ridiculousness here, apparently.
What I’d love to do here each week, is present you with a fun shot that represents Yorkies in the Wild, and open up the comments to your best caption(s). It’s all about a little fun. That’s why I ended up with a Yorkie in the first place. And he and his brother have kept me laughing for the past 5 years. (After the first 6 weeks when I almost had a nervous breakdown about keeping another creature alive besides myself.)
I feel a tad guilty that this first photo is one you’ve seen before, but I’ll get over it. It’s really the clear way to kick off this series. Here’s the story behind the CawfeeGuy Knits Sweater Photo Shoot where we discuss the idiosyncrasies of ‘The Talent’.
And without further ado, I bring you the inaugural edition of Yorkies in the Wild. The caption’s so obvious, it’s ridiculous that it took me so long.
Rufus and Chewie | We Only Wear Natural Fibers
Photo Shoot Soundtrack | Even Better than the Real Thing, U2
Feel free to suggest your own caption in the comments. The boys want to hear what you have to say.
Mini Chewbacca and his best brother Rufus both turn 5 years old today! It’s a huge birthday week over here at Sequined Asphault Studio because Dug’s birthday is on Sunday, and he reminded me that my three best boys are all 35 this year. Course math is no problem for Dug if he’s counting dog years. That’s Ru on the left rocking his party garb. As much as his Dads mock me for putting them in the occassional compromising position, Rufus generally carries it with ease while just Chewie tolerates/ignores it all.
These guys are the best. They are amazing dogs, and I hope we are as good as ‘their people’. They bring so much love to our lives, it’s incredible. Having never had a pet before, I was so afraid Chewie was going to prevent me from having fun – that thought now is laughable since all he does is bring smiles.
To commemorate his birthday, here are some pics from the first week I brought Chewie home. When I thought he was a pooping machine and that he’d never sleep. Ever. Just cry all night. And poop. And stare at me. Waiting expectantly for me to play with him. I thought I’d been lied to for the first year and a half. People say dogs sleep all day. Not this guy. Now, though, he’s narcoleptic. And grouchy, but only on the outside.
Happy Birthday, little guys! And thanks for all the love.