Tink and I were thrust upon my hubby. First me..."your bags are packed, see ya" came from home and he adopted me. Then, "the dog is too much, I am giving her away".
He let us both stay together and loved her to bits. Right at the end of her life, I would take her with me to get him from boys night at the pub each Friday. When he had those couple of beers in him, he couldn't keep his hands off her, even in front of his mates. They were best buddies
Since we met he always said he might like a Westie, but now we have space for a new pup, he wants another Yorkie. We love 'em.