Back before we knew anything about puppy mills, Megan wanted a puppy for her birthday so we went to a pet store, not having any particular breed in mind. (We could have written the book on how to be really stupid about getting a puppy) I was looking at a cute little cocker spaniel when my husband says "I want this one" and I turned around and he was holding Bandit, a 1 lb yorkie. I was like "no way. I don't want a little thing like that."(
I thought he looked like a rat)
So, he handed him to me. Bandit put his two paws on my chest and gave me a kiss on my chin. that was it...he stole my heart! And I never looked back...after he died there was no question our next one was going to be a yorkie. Enter Tucker, my "3rd child".