My husband named our parti yorkie Tyrone, after Tyrone Power. He was scruffy, and looked like a little pirate to Jim. When he started to outgrow his projected weight (he is now just shy of ten pounds), he agreed that we could get him a little brother. I still swear that Tyrone felt that he had to live up to his name, and therefore is a strapping, muscular boy. I named Gus, and listed his AKC name as "Mommy's Sweet Baby Gus". His name suits him well...he is a six pound, spoiled little cuddle bug!
