I was 17 just out of high school and wanted a puppy. I wanted an Afghan Hound because I loved long hair,that '60's thing, didn't have a clue how to take care of one, my parents said I could get a Yorkshire Terrier, my mom's from England, so got Karma, again the 60's thing. My dad took me to this house and they had this cute Yorkie and said it was the aunt ot the puppy. Well the puppy was huge, ears down and we took him. I shared a very tiny room with my 18 year old sister who is an animal nut, and her Sheltie and Cockatoo. Karma was a terror that first night and I wanted to take him back, but my sister said she would take care of him. He became the family dog and when I moved out a few years later I couldnn't take him away, so I goy my own little male, Zorro. I've been hooked ever since. |