The only man who ever had a say about the dogs was my Granddad and he was extremely easy going. He wanted a dog, but my Grandmom was afraid of big dogs and didn't want to deal with shedding, so he suggested a yorkie.
They ended up with a very small, sickly yorkie. They only had her for a few years, but while they did my Granddad used to carry her in his shirt pocket.
He also came home from work one day and drove my Grandmom like 12 hours to get a dog she had fallen in love with on vacation.
He lived through 4 yorkies, 2 mutts, and 2 poodles and a variety of small animals (bunnys, guinea pigs, etc).
He never complained, even when we randomly came home with the 2 poodles.
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Originally Posted by Verbena  I just needed to get that connection. I knew he was the one for me. I know it sounds silly cause I didn't even touch him until I picked him up from the airport. He is perfect . . . |
That's not silly at all. I looked at hundreds of yorkie pictures and didn't find one I wanted until I saw Lola. My mom fell in love with her too and we drove 6 hours round trip to get her.