What a sad story...When I was about 11, I was walking home from a local arcade with my cousin, and saw a very tiny little dog curled up under a huge bush..I walked over to pick her up. She was the cutest yorkie..no tags..and looked like she had been on the streets for a long while. I lived in Los Angeles, so stray dogs were a problem..I took her home and asked to keep her..But my mom did not allow dogs in the house. I cried, and begged but still she said no..my aunt took one look at her and melted.. She went home with my cousin and I was happy but more so crushed..She named her precious..She lived for a good 14 years..That is the reason I have to have a yorkie too! |