My grandmother just came home, took our dog, and dropped off another one in her place. I have no idea whose dog this is or where it came from. I believe it may be my uncle's, because he's in town, it's a Yorkie, and he breeds Yorkies. It won't stop staring at me and crying, though. I try to pet it, and it runs. And it stinks up to high heaven. I hate dogs, and I'm so very confused.