 My first dog.
At 49 I loved dogs but had never thought I'd have enough time to devote to one. I was no longer working full-time & started thinking about Yorkies: tiny, darling, & I thought I'd be able groom one myself. I started talking to breeders at dog shows & would talk to a few owners I'd meet here & there. One day our neighbors were babysitting the cutest little thing you ever saw (Yorkie of course!) & they let my husband & I take it to our house. We sat on the floor playing with it & taking pictures. Well, by now I was ready to burst!!
On a Saturday afternoon I impulsively started calling Yorkie breeders but nothing clicked. On Sunday evening I had just one left to call in Oklahoma, & the rest is history! The breeder had a 1.8lb 5 month old who was ready to go to her forever home. (This pup had been held back for show but she wasn't getting big enough & also was turning very blond!) I called a couple breeders I'd met at shows & they had great things to say about the breeder. On Monday we drove to OK from Denver to adopt my little Dolly. Now 9 years old & 3.5 lbs. beautiful blond Dolly still acts like an energetic puppy.
BTW, wasn't my hubbie a great sport? I called him at work about noon on Monday, he took off early, & we drove I think 9 hours to pick up Dolly. (After 23 years of marriage he dumped me 2 months later, but that's another story!)
The first pic is the first time I saw my new pup. Second photo, Dolly at 9 years old. |