I had wanted a yorkie for at least 6 years. My sister called and told me she found two Yorkies. The first thing I said was "are they girls" she said no boys but Jen you have to see them. I proceeded to tell her that Jason would never allow a third dog. She took pics with her phone and sent them to me. The one she liked had ears down and was bigger. I did get Jason talked into going to see them. She even called him after we met them and he said we were not getting another pet that just eats and poops. Almost a day later he went and let me get one. No begging required. I wanted the smaller one when I saw them, not the bigger one my sister thought I would want. However, when we got there I felt bad for the one being left behind and started to second guess which one to take home. I got on the floor and was playing with them both. The tiny one went and took something from his bigger brother and then came over and laid down by me to chew it. I knew he was the right one for sure. That is Winstin's story. Jason just adores him and tells me at least once a week that he should have bought me a Yorkie a long time ago. I think we will have a Yorkie for the rest of our lives. Although I never wanted a male dog, he has been the best thing ever. I fell in love with him and forgot he was even a boy. I have such a different opinion of male dogs now.
Here is one of the first pics I took of him.