here is my story. kept telling husband for 2 years i wanted a yorkie. he said "no way, too small" on vacation in france we saw a farm and we stopped in
they just had had a couple of puppies. the woman showed us one and i wasnt into him, then another and i didnt really feel a connection with her. then she said she had a really tiny one. she got him out.
it was something i never felt before. his eyes were closed and then he looked at me and i asked him "do you want to come home with us?" and he put his paw on my lips, then did it again on my nose.... i even have the picture. so we put down a deposit.
unfortuantely he needed to be at least 6 months do to a quarentene (england doesnt let animals come in unless they have completed a series of shots that take 6 months. so every other month we went to see him. spent christmas with him, my birthday and we bonded more and more.
all those months i kept preparing for his arrival with clothes and treats. and the kennel would send me photos of him every month. finally last month we picked him up... i dont regret it at all, it was love at first signt for sure!!
