[Lovetodream88]

Mine came from a broker before I even knew what that was. My grandparents had been in Texas for months with my uncle who was in a coma and had his legs amputated and they felt bad about being away from me for so long. I live with my grandparents so my parents stayed at our house the whole time. Anyway I wanted a dog/puppy because I had grown up at my parents house with them but my grandma has copd and I started having allergies with one of the dogs I had grown up with so I came across the Yorkie and how it would be a good dog for my grandmas copd and my allergies but I did not do a lot of research. My grandparents felt bad so they said yes. Then my mom called pretty much any number we found that advertised Yorkies and we found one guy and were going to meet him at a Micky ds in two days. We got to the Micky ds and sat forever and finally called the guy who we hadn't seen but had been there and left well he came back took out a play pen and put all the female Yorkie pups he had in the play pen. One of them seemed to really like me and that is the one I chose. Mom paid and we headed home of course she didn't ride in the brand new pink carrier but in my arms. She intently bonded to me and when we got home we were on the floor for many hours before I came up with a name. I did research after finding yt and it turns out where she actually came from was an Amish puppy mill. It makes me sad but I could not imagine my life with out her. The hardest part is when I have to watch her suffer from something that could have been avoided if the breeder just cared weather he was breeding healthy dogs and that's what makes me mad at puppy mills and bad breeders.