[StewiesMom]

I had never seen a Yorkie in person before I started my search for one.

My beloved died had passed away at 15. I missed her very much. We grew up together -- almost like sisters. I never like little "ankle-biters" as I called them. I always loved big dogs like St. Bernards, Pit Bulls, Goldens, Labs and Rottweilers. I would spend my lunch hour walking a very special Rottie at the Animal Welfare shelter near my work where my family had gotten my Lab. I really wanted to get her, I named her Ffiona (yes, w/ two F's). I did a reality check and realized that since I was only 20 and didn't know where I was going to be living in the next few years, I should probably not get a big dog. I would have a hard time keeping her in an apartment.

Anyway, I started thinking about different breeds of smaller dogs that I may mesh well with and that would be easy to travel with/move with. I was leaning toward a Westie or a Cavalier. I thought I would give a Yorkie a shot since they are adorable and I got referred to a "good" breeder. I wont go into my visit with that breeder, but after seeing her pups, I knew I was gonna get a Yorkie.

So one Saturday afternoon, my boyfriend and I went to a different breeder
who was located on the NW side of Chicago. He breeds Cavaliers and Yorkies. His brother breeds Papillions and I asked if his brother woudl bring them over too so I could see all of them. There was only one Yorkie puppy left. He was the largest in his litter and had dry skin. I picked him up out of his playpen and held him. He licked me and that was it. I knew I wanted him. The Cavs and Papps were cute, but they didnt have as much personality.

My boyfriend and I went outside to talk about it. We were going on vacation that week to Phoenix and I didn't want to get the dog and leave him with a dog sitter right away. I grappled for a long time, but I decided not to get him. I went in and thanked the breeder for his time and he told me that he was expecing another litter in April with one of his other dams.

I knew I made a mistake as soon as we got in my car to leave. My boyfriend was really upset and I was crying. I waited a few days and called the breeder back. He told me that the puppy was still there and he would keep the dog for me while I was on vacation. I dropped off a deposit and picked Stewie up the Monday we got back. It's been a wild ride ever since!