[celstu1]

I had just gone through 2 months of personal H*LL b/t a broken engagement, my first Yorkie died suddenly at only 5 months old and selling my house and buying a townhouse. My life was going to settle and I was going to move into my townhouse Nov 1. A coworker saw an ad in the paper for 2 male yorkies and brought it in to me. I could not pick them up for another week but thought, what the heck I'll go see them. I really wanted another boy. When I got there, the woman showed me the pups, there were 2 girls already sold and 2 boys, neither sold. I held them both and TRIED to decide. In the end, I could not and ended up buying them both. I'm so glad I did. My boys are 5 years old and were born together and never separated for more than 1 day at a time. (neuter surgeries) I put them in the crate and took them home a week later. Well home to mother's house. When I got home, they crept really slowly out of the crate and started romping around. We had already picked names for them in the week between when I saw them and when I picked them up. We decided who got which name right away. These little ones are my healing angels and my babies. But my Fletcher... oh boy ... That boy is my heart and soul. I love my Dex and treat both of them equally... but Fletcher, he has those eyes that scream I LOVE YOU MOMMY! He stole my heart a million times over!