We had a Sheltie, Max, who was 14 years old. Sadly, he became ill and we had to put him down. I had been raised with dogs and found the lack of a puppy bothersome. My office manager had purchased a Yorkie-poo from a store, that I am pretty sure purchases their pups from local mills. I didn't know it at the time though. About two weeks after Max had been put to sleep, I was going to "look" at a Sheltie that this store had. When my daughter and I got there, the Shelties has been sold - the store had two posted on their website and we were late. I looked at a little white Pomeranian, she was adorable, but then we saw Jack and his sister. We brought both of them into a little "bonding room" and Jack just sat there so quietly while his sister ran amuck. It was kind of love at first sight. I knew my hubby would be upset as he sent me a text stating the very thing. But Jack was so tiny (he weighed 1 pound 25 ounces) and so cute and he fit in my one hand... I just had to take him home. It said something along the lines of "you better not be bringing a dog home, I'll be mad... maybe." I figured my hubby wouldn't be able to deny that cute little face of Jack's and I was right. They are super tight now and Jack is his little buddy. Since finding this site, I have become much more educated about mills, etc. Fortunately the place I got him from does vet checks and give them their shots, etc. Two years later, Jack is a very healthy 5 pounds and the absolute apple of my eye - he can do no wrong and runs the roost and I think he knows it.
