It all started when my sister and I were little, we loved dogs and would look through books/magazines to pick out dogs we would have someday. Well she came across a Yorkie picture, I remember she came running up to me and told me she found the perfect dog for me. It was love at first sight. Soon I became obsessed, I researched the breed like it was nobody's business! Every time we went to Petco for the other dogs in the house I would grab the Yorkie magazines and read them until it was time to go. I would beg my parents for one, but the answer was always "no, we have enough pets already".
Well, one summer day when I was 17 I got my puppy. My parents were driving home from the grocery store and saw a breeder selling Yorkie puppies, so they stopped and looked, not planning to tell me about it. They asked the usually questions such as how old are they, well the breeder told them and said that they were born May 15th, my birthday. My parents came home and sat me down (right away I knew something was up), they told me about the puppies they saw and we started discussing the possibility of getting one. I regurgitated all the knowledge of the breed I had learned over the years and convinced my parents I could handle a Yorkie. An hour later we went to pick out my puppy, there were only 2 boys left what were ready to go. The first boy wanted nothing to do with me, while my little Henri wouldn't leave me alone. The breeders said they had never seen anything like it, I took it as a sign it was meant to be. We drove home with Henri asleep in my arms, and the rest is history!
