All I can say is "they don't know what their missing", until I owned a Yorkie, I never felt this way, and boy, what a feeling. I think it is wonderful.
A friend of mine, didn't realise I was quite so 'gaga' over my furrbuts, then one day when I thought Tinks had kidney failure and I was loosing her, the vet phoned me at work to say that she was going to be fine and I burst out crying (in happiness). On Easter Sunday we went to my friends house so the kids could have an egg hunt and she had made special biscuits for my furbutts (because she now knows they can't have chocolate), specially wrapped them and everything...... now that is a true friend.
