In 2001, I lost both my beloved Blarny (in March at the age of 16) and Chooch (in June at the age 0f 17). Chooch's loss was particularly hard on me, as he was "MY DOG". Also rather than quietly slipping away in his sleep as had Blarney, I had to have him euthanized (which was a HORROR! His veins had collapsed, so they had to do the injection under his tongue! I still have nightmares!!!).
Well, after going through the standard grieving...which had actually been going on since March, when Blarny died...I decided there was NO WAY I was going to be long term without a dog.
I had always loved Yorkies...just the look and spirit of them. I never actually knew one "up close and personal", so I went on the search for a reputable breeder.
I was introduced to Connie Conn at a regional dog show in August. At that point, my Maggie had just been born (less than a week prior). Connie, however, had plans to keep her, grow her up and show her. I stayed after her with e-mail however, and she ultimately decided I could adopt Maggie. Maggie was my little "Trick or Treat Surprize". I got her on Halloween!
Fast forward three years...About a year ago I started thinking of getting Maggie a sister...just started thinking about it at that point. Then about six months ago, I found Connie's business card (KISMET!!!), wrote her a letter about letting me know if she was still breeding, etc. Well, I heard back from her early last month. At that point, she had decided one of the pups she was keeping "to grow up and show" was never going to make it to the size she likes for show (around 5 - 5.5 pounds), and wanted to know if I wanted her. She was, however, "an older dog" at 5 months.
On 04/22/04, I got my Molly! What a cutey! 2 pounds 2 oz. of HELL! (She's grown since she joined us, tho'. Last Saturday at her vet appointment, she was clear up to 2#, 4 oz.!)
So, now I have two...Maggie and Molly. WHAT FUN!!! (And the breed really is everything I hoped it would be. These little girls make me laugh right out loud every day of my life!) |