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Originally Posted by YorkieZoo  Well 10 years ago I was a "big dog" fan. My wife an I lived in an apartment and I said that we should wait until we got a house because I felt bad for the dog not having a yard to play in. She wanted a "little dog".
One day she came and picked me up from work. I should have known something was up because she was on the passenger side waiting for me.
I got in the car and halfway home I could see something moving out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a black dress and had her left arm over her chest towards the door.
I said "Well hon, unless you have learned how to make your pecs move up and down, I suspect you got that da**ed dog didn't you? Because normally your bust doesn't move on its own"
She then held him out and said "But isn't he cute!"
I didn't tell her, but it was that moment that my heart melted....10 years later....he's still my baby boy.....along with 4 other brothers and sisters (all Yorkies).
What happened to that big dog thing? Well, you can have more little ones and they still weigh less! |
What a cute story.
With Maddie, I went to the apartment where her "breeder" lived. There were Yorkies running all around the living room, a litter of 6! I picked up a few but they were so wiggly I could barely hold on. Maddie came and sat at my feet and I picked her up. There was something about her that just felt right. She laid into me and was totally relaxed. I knew that was Maddie.
It wasn't until the next morning, around 2 a.m. the, "What have I done?" sank in.
