I didn't choose my first Yorkie... He was "delivered" to me... A woman ran into my office with a small dog asking if I recognized him. She also asked what town she was in. Apparently Marley was running right down the middle of Hwy 11 in Jefferson with no regard for traffic. Her husband parked his F150 crossways in the Highway and she ran out and got him. They were on their way to North Georgia to be with a family member having surgery. Long story short, Marley came to live with me. I had NO intention of getting a dog... But he is the kindest, gentlest, loving dog you could ever imagine. THEN... I decided he needed a playmate... and got Max... our 6 pound Pit Bull wannabe! Marley might have wanted a puppy, but he didn't want THIS puppy. Max is adorable... but he's a HUGE problem... He bites... he bites anyone who steps on my property! I am beside myself... I am trying to get him some counseling and training. |