My protector, YoYo, and his best friend.... sometimes. YoYo took care of me. When I would leave the house, he would sit in the living room by my dad and whine until I came home. He was one week shy of ten years old when he went to the doggy rainbow bridge. One thing he wouldn't do is ride in the car with me. I would drive less than a half mile, and he would throw up. No warning, start gagging, and it was out. – Teresa Bartlett
