The first time I had a Yorkie, I had babysat him over christmas for my sister's friend. As it turned out, he gave him to me because he was so nasty. He always went to the bathroom in his cage. Luckily for me he gave him to me. He was 3 pounds and 3 years old. KJ (killer junior) we called him. His previous owner was going to school and working two jobs and kept him in the cage all the time. He finally realized that he did not have time for a dog and that KJ was not nasty but neglected. I found him to be perfectly housebroken and a wonderful addition to our family. |