I didn't decide I wanted a Yorkie; God delivered one to me. I, too, found one in the middle of the street, didn't even know what a Yorkie was (as if he looked like one at the time). The poor guy had more scabs than hair; infected eyes, ears, teeth. The vet guessed him to be 10-12 at the time. As you can see from my Avatar, he turned out to be absolutely beautiful, two years and $2500.00 later. Chester was with me for five absolutely wonderful years. It's been a year this month since I lost him and I'm still devastated. I don't think I'll ever love a dog the way I loved him. |