Back when I was in high school (many years ago) I saw an older lady with a Yorkie named Violet and have wanted one ever since. They were not as popular back then and hard to find. My husband got me a Shih-tzu one year for Christmas (named her Holly) but I could never really get attached. Then we moved into an apartment and gave her away. Then we built a house and we got a Boston Terrier (Petey). He was cute when he was small but then he grew up. So for my 41st birthday I bought myself my first Yorkie. She was the cutest thing. Her name is Tiny Zoe Poo (Zoe). I am still in love with her and she is 6 years old. That same year around Christmas we went to the pet store and they had some yorkies. When we went back there was only one little boy left and I couldn't stand to see him there all alone so we bought him and took him home. His name is Charlie's Bitty Bear (Bailey). He will be 6 on Halloween. They give me great joy and keep me company when my husband is gone hunting. We have had two litters of pups but they have all died. I don't think Zoe knew what to do. Bailey fathered a litter with another female. We had him neutered when we didn't want to try for more puppies. Then earlier this year Zoe had to have a hysterectomy. I was really worried about her because she was really sick before the surgery, then I had to leave her over night which I had never done. Things worked out okay. Sorry this is so long. I get carried away |