I did not pick Susanah. Susanah picked me. I spent two weeks at my breeder's home doing some work with/for her. Out of the yorkie babies she had I thought Susanah was the ugliest little thing (sshhh don't tell her I said that). In fact, she had several people come to see puppies while I was there and I tried my best to sell her TWICE.
Well, little miss persistent kept following me around calling me Mommy. I kept telling her I wasn't her mommy and she kept telling me yes I was. Finally I was sitting on the floor playing with another little puppy that was getting ready to head to the airport when Susanah climbed in my lap, yawned, stretched out and went to sleep. I quietly whispered, "Alright, I am your mommy." She opened one eye and looked at me like, "See? I told you so!"