I raised two beautiful, highly intelligent German Shepherds. I waited 12 yrs before considering another canine and after researching breeds, I knew I definitely did not want a Yorkie. And then I saw a picture of this Yorkie, made inquiry phone call, still hesitated, finally decided last minute to drive out just to see the dog. I took one look, handed over a bit of cash, and voila, she was in my arms. Lady told me there had been, like, thirty people wanting the dog, but she just felt they'd just use the dog or turn right around and sell her for more money. Lady said she knew I was in it for love. Then as I fought not to cry, I told lady to please know that this little dog would be with me always, cared for in every way, and would be loved more than anything. Got in card, drove off...briefly freaked cuz I looked around and didn't see any canine--cuz she was laying between armrest and my leg--I didn't know from such a tiny little thing. She looked up at me, I looked into that face and said, "You know who are? You're Piper! Absolutely, you're Piper." And so it began--love for a Yorkie is a love like no other...wouldn't trade it for this or any other world. Piper then and now... |