My hubby was the one that felt I needed a small dog.. so we took in a yorkie rescue.. not even knowing what a yorkie looked like by name..
So we took in this two year old rescue.. and due to working circumstances for a year.. we lived three hours away from each other.. my going home to our house on my days off.. him coming to my small apartment on the two week ends out of three I had to work..
So we got Brandi for me..picked him up on Saturday morning. and sunday evening he went back home.. but he took brandi with him.. when the breeder found out.. she called and said she had a girl that did not produce what she wanted.. and I could have her for me If we were willing to try two..
So we each ended up with a yorkie.. 20 years later.. and my life evolves around the yorkies.. He likes them, but does not have them in his heart of hearts like I do.. I personally believe his heart was too broke when brandi dies.. at home of old age..I really think he is afraid to get tooo close like that again.. so is good to them.. we sleep with them.. but are they his life.. I do not think so..does he panic.. no.. he says I do that enough for both of us.. does he help me tube feed if needed... you bet he does.. does he help me with whelping.. not in your life.. he does not even want to see a birthing although I have gotten him in there..
anne |