LOL - oh yes!
I've been blessed to have grown up around dogs of all sizes but over the last 20+ years have always had big dogs (between 95 - 120 lbs big). You tend to forget that great things also come in small packages. Roxy and Ruby have blessed my heart with small dog love completely since joining our home two months ago... and boy have they worked wonders on my husband,who truthfully isn't as crazy about animals as the kids and I.
When he left this morning at 5 am with the kids for a soccer tournament, not only did he take time to kiss me goodbye - but he reached across the bed and tucked the little girls into the covers on his side of the bed and kissed them both on the head! THIS IS HUGE! Previously, he has thrown a little hissy when he finds any dog in the bed - especially on his side!
Little Roxy has also won over my father - this was also not an easy feat! My father has always been a big dog supporter. I don't think he even considered little dogs (anything under say 50 lbs) anything more than a large cat. The moment my dad met Roxy (when she was just 1.6 lbs) he has been swept away. We went for ice cream one night after we first got her and as the sun when down it got a little chilly - it was he who tucked her into his jacket and carried her around all snug as a bug! When he comes over he makes a big deal over all the dogs but there is always special time for, as he calls her, "the little one".
I fell in love with my first yorkie when I was about 2 years old. My great grandfather in Scotland used to breed/show them and my granny's best friend had a little girl from him named Candy. She was darling and used to follow Mrs. McDougall everywhere, including going to work with her. Mrs. McDougall owned the local sweetie shop... hence little Candy's name. There was something so delicate and dainty about this particular dog to me. She reminded me of a fairy. Looking back, I can't believe it took me this long to reawaken to the call of the yorkie!
I suppose in my defense it was because I was afraid to have a small dog while I had young children in the house. A small dog would have been lost in the muddle! My middle son and my twins are only 14 months apart! It was crazy around here for a long time having three car seats, three in diapers, three high chairs etc....
Hmm - seems I need a third yorkie......
