[lynzy420]

Originally Posted by sadams

Hi, I'm a middle aged guy, urban professional, not a dog person at all. Ivaguely remember having dogs as a kid, though I never cared about them. Andthen one day two months ago...

A couple of friends with a Yorkie asked my girlfriend if she could take careof their dog while they went out of town. She lives with me, and I reluctantlyagreed to the idea.

Late one night my GF brought him home. The next morning (she's goes to nightschool), I knew I'd have to walk him. I woke up and unzipped the carrier bag hewas sleeping in. Out popped a five pound ball of fur. He looked up at me andwhined.

Farley is a two year old male they'd picked up somewhere in Asian whilestudying abroad. He only has one eye as a result of a car accident.

I had no idea what to do that morning - it took me 20 minutes to even figureout how to get his harness on. Finally we hit the street. When a much largerdog turned the corner and came at us, I panicked. Fortunately the dog ignoredFarley. "Oh, it's a Yorkie!" the owner said as she passed. "Awhat-ie?" I asked.

Long story short: Big guy falls in love with tiny dog. By Day 2 we werewatching TV together. By Day 3 we were racing each other down the beach afterwork, and by Day 4 I was begging the girlfriend to let him sleep in bed withus.

Eventually the sad day came when I had to return him to his mom and dad. Inthe weeks that followed, they let me borrow him a couple more times, but finallyput their foot down and told me to get my own damn dog. J

My girlfriend, always a dog person, is now demanding we adopt for a dog. Shewants something bigger, and wants to rescue a dog. But while I’ve tried to open my heart toother breeds, I can’t shake the fact that I’m a Yorkie man. And hey, I'm payingthe mortgage. To be continued as events develop...

Awww sweet! Glad to see your taking your time! LOL Hopefully you come back someday and tell us what happened...