This thread stirs some beautiful memories for me. The first time I begged to get a Yorkie my husband was not at all enthusiastic. He said, why would we want one of those yipping things. I persisted and as usual, he said okay if it was that important to me, but warned he wanted no part of a dog "like that." It was not a full 24 hours and it was clear she was his dog!
After much shopping for a second, I found one I was in love with and took him to see the little guy. This was our first yorkie puppy as the first girl was full grown. He walked in took one look and handed his wallet to the breeder saying, "take what you want -- this little guy's is coming home with us." The lady almost did take his wallet too! LOL! We brought him home and once again, the pup was his first.
Lost my dear husband 2 years ago. The dogs mourned along with me. But he gave them all a lot of love and attention over the years and never regretted letting me get one of those "yipping things."
I cqn still see him kicked back in his big reclining chaise with all of the dogs nestled around him.