I've always had cats and big dogs. I was surprised at myself when last summer I became obsessed with getting a yorkie. I did my research to learn all the technical stuff but didn't really know anything about them otherwise. I'm afraid I nagged my husband to death and when he'd ask why I wanted one so badly, I couldn't put my finger on it. Then one day he said he'd figured it out. With a daughter leaving for college and a son in high school he thought I just wanted a "baby fix". I thought that was ridiculous. Then along came Lilybean.
Guess what...he's right (as usual). I wanted a dog to sit on my lap, to pick up and kiss, to cuddle on the sofa with me. She's full of "p*ss and vinegar" as my mom used to say, but just as lovable as can be!! Now I don't know how I survived for so long without her
I'm starting the campaign for number two, much to my husband's dismay.