I sorta just felt a connection with them, as stupid as that probably sounds. When we got Joey, he was the only yorkie at the pet store (we didn't know any better - we were VERY naiive), but we had discussed that we wanted a boy yorkie, and he was there. As soon as I walked into the store, I saw him, and I knew he was mine. For Tank, it was only him and his brother left, and we originally considered his brother. I'm not even sure why we decided on him, but we just felt like we wanted him. When we went to pick him up, we found out that his brother had tried jumping off of something and had broken his shoulder...it just worked perfectly for us each time, confirming our gut feelings that these were the dogs that were meant for us. |