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Do You have a great story to tell of how you first became a Yorkie owner? Well I'm not sure if mine is great but I would like to share it. I went through some ups and downs and learned alot along the way. My 2 daughters wanted to get a yorkie for a while but we had heard they were not good pets for small children. They were 5 & 7 at the time. My sister in-law has a yorkie that she bought for her terminally ill teenage daughter. We would dog sit for her at times and my daughters were actually really good with her. She's around 7-8 lbs and a very calm dog. Sadly my sweet neice passed away and at one point my sis in law asked if we wanted keep the dog but at the time my husband said no.

As my mother started getting closer to retirement age she began to get lonely living alone and she started to consider getting a yorkie to be her companion. That was exciting for me and my girls because we would have another yorkie in the family! Sadly though my mom grew ill and within 2 months of her being diagnosed with cancer, she died. She was my very best friend and a part of me died when I lost her. I suddenly had an extreme urgency to find a yorkie that I could love just like my mother wanted to do.

I searched for breeders in my area but $2000-$3200 was way out of my budget. I looked on craigslist, puppyfind, ebay classifieds, you name I was searching. I read all I could about the breed so I would know what to expect when I finally did find one. I spoke with several breeders and the ones that I really liked although their price was too high all wanted us to come to their home and meet us and our girls and for us to interact with the pups. Well I found one "breeder" close in my area that had just sold her last pup but she would keep my number for when she had another litter by her other female. Meanwhile, I kept looking, but there was always something that just didn't work out. I found a woman in MO who was willing to take monthly payments and would ship the puppy to me here in California, but something just didn't sit well with me. So I researched her and read about half a dozen horror stories from people who bought pups from her. (That was my first time learning of puppy mills)

Fast forward to May 2011. The "breeder" who kept my number called me to say her female was due In June and that I could have the pick of the litter. I read NO horror stories about her so I was glad!! We went to her home and met her and her mother and the beautiful dogs including 1 of the pups from the last litter that she kept. She had the papers for her female and her mothers male out on the table for us to look over. They were the nicest people! $799 for males & $899 for females was the price. I gave a small deposit since the litter wasn't born yet. I signed a contract and couldn't have been any happier!! The next month I emailed her and she didn't respond. I called and her number was changed, went to her home and while the dogs barked and barked no one would answer:mad: I was angry, sad, embarrassed. I decided to give up on finding a dog for a while.

Then 1 month later my husband came home to tell me his sister's yorkie just gave birth to 6 babies! I think I might have shed a tear or two. I was going to get a yorkie from my sweet neice's yorkie. It felt just perfect because it was family. I didn't know anything about back yard breeders either at that time, but that is what my little Ladybug is a prodcut of. That's also why her tail isn't docked. Although my sis in law said she wouldn't breed again because it is entirely too much work going back and forth to the vet, deworming, and immunizations I am so very glad that I got my Ladybug. I feel as though my long wait and the ups and downs trying to find the right yorkie was for a reason. My girsl are now 8 & 10 and I have the perfect yorkie......My Ladybug

Oh that is just so sweet. And you are right...things did not work out before because there was a Yorkie pup waiting for a chance to be born just for you. :)

Awk, that is a really lovely story! I'm so glad you and ladybug found each other- it really was meant to be wasn't it!?
:D

So happy for you and Ladybug, it was meant to be. I also loved your story, thanks for sharing..

Beautiful story, you made me cry! If you are still on here I will tell you why! So glad you got your yorkie!!!

I'm still here ;)

such a sweet story!!! yorkies are very addicting! lol

that is so sweet// lady bug is lucky to hve you

Great story! I got my first yorkie back in 1970 after I graduated HS. I loved long hair on everything and everybody lol. I wanted an Afghan hound and my parents said no way. I talked them in to a Yorkie. My Dad RIP was an animal lover and we were pretty good at talking him into getting us pets, from horn toads to a marmoset monkey. So I saw an add in the paper for a male yorkie puppy. I took my last 50.00 out of the bank and my Dad drove me a few towns over to "look" at the puppy. I had zero experience in purchasing a dog. So when they brought out Karma I fell in love not bothering to notice he was pretty big for a yorkie pup. Well Karma grew to 18 lbs, had a shorter
curly coat and floppy ears. He was the toughest little dog in the neighborhood. I moved out when he was 5 and my Dad was so attached to him I left him with my parents. Karma passed at 13 years of age and it was the first time I had seen my Dad cry. He built a little shrine to Karma on his dresser. Until the day he died, 41 years after Karma came in to our lives he still talked about Karma. He would always laugh at his antics like peeing on my BF suede shoes one time when he came over, taking on the white German Shepherd next door ( a gentle giant), and wiggly his butt in between my Mom and Dad when they were sitting on the couch. After I moved out I lasted one year without a yorkie and went an got Zorro. Ever since I've been hooked on Yorkies.

Thank you for sharing your story. I am so sorry to hear about your losses. I too have lost a loved one to cancer (cousin at age 38) and I lost both of my parents who died in a car accident when I was 23. There is nothing harder than losing someone you love.

As for my story, I wasn't looking for another dog as I already had a dog and a daughter with a serious illness that was taking most of my time. My oldest daughter however really wanted a dog of her own and decided on a Yorkie. We researched the breed together and she found a terrific breeder located in Toronto. So we went to the breeders and after a lenghty interview to make sure that she was going to a good home Chloe was hers.

Well of course I fell in love with the little girl. My DD was spending a great deal of time out of the house. We live in a more rural area without bus access and she was spending a few days and nights a week with friends in the city. So I was caring for Chloe and every day becoming more and more attached.

I became very sick with a bad virus and was in bed for over a week. Chloe was by my side the whole time. I was told that she would go out for a pottie break, grab some food and water and then was right back in bed with me. Once I was up and feeling a bit better my DD came into my room to tell me that Chloe was now my dog. She said that there was no way that she could take Chloe away from me. She said that it would be cruel to me and to Chloe. I actually started to cry. It was such an amazing gift. My DD spent a HUGE amount of money on Chloe and wouldn't even allow me to offer to give her a dime.

Chloe is now a little over two years old and I cant begin to express how loved she is or how much joy she brings to my life. I have never had a bond with an animal like I have with her. She waits for me at the front door when I am gone and follows me all around the house. She is funny and spunky with a wonderful personality and is so affectionate. I feel blessed to have such a great little dog!

So thats how I came to be the proud mommy of a sweet little Yorkie. I don't know if it qualifies as a great one but my daughters act of incredible kindness sure made me feel great :)

Thank you for sharing :-) I know you have many fond memories of your first yorkie.

Thank you for sharing. I started to tear up reading your story. It sounds like you have an incredibly loving daughter. She values your happiness and the bond you formed with her dog. I'm so glad that you have Chloe to love!

My husband and I married in November of 2006 and by the middle of January I found out I was pregnant, but miscarried shortly after finding out. DH was supposed to deploy for Iraq during that time frame as well, but thankfully a recent injury ended up keeping him home, but we were really unsure what was happening with his deployment at that same time. I was devastated by the miscarriage, my mom was practically on her deathbed (she recovered, thank God), and DH's birthday was coming up in February. I asked DH what he wanted for his birthday and he said he wanted a dog. We had kind of mentioned it before, but hadn't talked seriously about it. He said he felt that having a dog would be better for us than having a baby at this point in time in our lives and maybe having something to care for would help me heal from our loss, as well as help my mom recover after she returned home from being in ICU for almost 3 moths. I said okay and reminded him we couldn't have a large dog knowing his favorite breed is a German Shepard. He said he knew that and when I asked him what breed he was thinking about he said he wanted a yorkie... my exact words were "You want a WHAT?!" I had been raised around large dogs only and always thought of yorkies as little fru-fru prissy dogs. I wanted anything BUT a yorkie. I looked at everything and tried to persuade him from a yorkie, but we found little Chippy and I fell in love.

Six months later I get a phone call from a good friend of mine who told me that her mom's groomer has a yorkie that really needed a home as he's been bounced from place to place to place. She took him in only to find him an appropriate home as the original caregiver was wheelchair bound and could not care for him. I called the groomer the next day and the day after that brought Smokey home with us.

I wouldn't change or trade my boys for the world. I love them beyond words.

Ashley V, I'm so sorry for your loss. But I am so happy that you have 2 fur babies to love. I also believe that these little love bugs can help you heal. I know Ladybug will NEVER take the place of my dear mother, but she has given me a little more happiness since I lost my mother. When I'm feeling down it's like she kinda knows I need her to cuddle with me.

This is my story chester is my first yorkie and how he came about was I was going through a very bad depression and lifes stuff back in 2002 and I started seeing a counselor in march of 2002. She called me at home on the phone one day in october and said I want you to do some research and I said on what and she said on what kind of dog you need to get and I said what. I always had dogs growing up and I loved animals and I did not want to have a dog and not be able to travel because it would not be fair to leave him or her behind. I done my several weeks of research and I wanted a small dog that was a cuddler and a dog that did not shed. I got chester just before thanskgiving of 2002 from a gal who worked with me at the hospital. I first met him and he came running to me and it was love at first sight. He is now the most special thing and joy in my life and he goes thousands of miles with me on road trips every year, I love with every ounce of my being and he is so spoiled imagine that. He is now going to be my service dog for my ptsd. I wanted a 6 lb dog and now he is around 10 lbs, my studly boy, just more to love

Husband and I ended up falling in love when we fostered our friends' yorkie Honey. I had only ever grown up with cockers and schnauzers before this and my husband had only ever had cats before. He loved my schnauzers in the states and we really wanted to get our own schnauzers. Our friend was getting sent on a deployment and his wife had to go home to take care of family and they asked if we could watch their pup Honey for 6 months. I agreed since she would be a nice distraction while my husband was on a different deployment. That wee one helped me make it through living in a strange old house in a foreign country without my husband of family close by. Husband got home before our friends did and he got used to having Honey around and we were both super sad when she went back to her family.

When we started searching for a pup of our own my husband immediately wanted to get a yorkie since he still really missed Honey. One of my friends Patty had a friend who owned and worked with breeders here in Germany. Patty introduced me to Lynn and within a week a puppy became available. One of the breeders had a single male left who needed a home and asked if we wanted to meet him. Lynn drove over 2 hours just to pick him up from the breeder so we could meet him. As soon as Lynn set the pup down he immediately crawled in my lap and in my purse. We knew he was meant for us and that is how we got Teddy.

When we started looking for a companion for Teddy, Lynn came through for us again. She was fostering a little girl that a breeder got rid of. Chloe had anxiety and bad genetics. Lynn had just gotten short notice orders out of Germany and found out Chloe couldn't come back to the states with her because she was too young. When Patty told Lynn we would be interested in a 2nd pup she asked if we could give Chloe a good home and take care of her. After letting her and Teddy meet they immediately became fast friends so I knew we had to take Chloe home with us. We got Chloe the day before my husband deployed a 2nd time. Taking care of her and Teddy kept me incredibly busy and helped the time fly by.

They have not only helped me with deployments they have also helped one of our friends who just got back from a deployment. He lived at our house for a bit because he couldn't stand being home alone and instead of our guest bed he wanted to sleep on the couch with my pups. They worked wonders to help calm him and help him transition back into a "normal" life. They even got to stay with him when we went on vacation. From what he said they slept in bed with him and it was one of the few nights where he got a full nights sleep and felt rested. I truly believe that these lil pups are amazing and I can see being a yorkie mom for many many more years to come.

I really enjoy reading how you all became yorkie parents, keep the stories coming please :)

I have always admired Yorkie but since we lived on a farm and I worked full time we always had "outdoor" dogs. When my DH and I got married 14 years ago he had two dogs and I had two cats. My DH is an animal magnet. It wasn't long before he would sit down on the couch and he would have a dog on either side and a cat on each shoulder. I complained enough that one day he came home with a carrier that held a 6 lb pure bred Chihuahua. (I know not a Yorkie but hang in there). Mighty Mo bonded with me and for the next 8 years he was by my side. I have several major illness which caused me to be come disabled in 2005. Mo was thrilled more time with Mommy. Over the years we lost all our dogs and cats to old age until only MO was left. For the past two years I have been dealing with a problem with my left foot and was required to stay off my feet completely. A true couch potato.
Depression was a problem but every time I got sad Mo was by my side. When I couldn't sleep because of the pain Mo was there to help me get through it, In November of this year my wonderful MO got very sick very fast. The entire month of November was blood test and x-rays trying to figure out what was wrong. He went blind overnight. Blind I could handle Big Red was Blind and Deaf for 2 years before he died at 19. When Mo started walking the house and crying out in pain I knew what we had to do. We figure he had a brain tumor. I was devastated. My best friend was gone. I told my DH I never wanted another dog because it hurt to bad to lose them. My heart was broke. After a week my DH dragged me to the local Humane Shelter to get another dog. We went to see another Chi and a Min Pin because this was the last two dogs we owned. In the Meet and Greet room neither of those dogs liked us. We wanted an older dog because we were retired now and didn't think we could handle a puppy. Just by chance while walking to the room I saw Gizmo a young Yorkie. Here is when my world changed. Gizmo choose us. The minute he was turned loose in the room he immediately jumped up in my lap, then jumped down and jumped up in my husband's lap sitting there just as happy as he could be saying "I found my forever family". My husband would never have a long hair dog but Gizmo stole our hearts. We have had him one month, our vet figures he is approx. 11 months. He divides his time between us but always seems to know when I need a little encouragement. He has repaired my heart and although I will always miss and love MO I am smiling again. At the vets he weighted 9 lbs 9 oz and in the month we have had him he has never had an accident in the house. He will ask to go out. He has the run of the house during the day and night when we are home. When we have to go out to my doctors he stays in our bedroom with no problems so far. The one thing he will not do is go out the doggie door to our fenced in back yard. We have showed him how and even tempted him with treats. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Sorry this was so long.

Carlea, I'm so glad to hear you have the love from your little fur baby again. They are truly amazing breeds aren't they?!

I don't really have a story but I love reading all of yours.

Sophie Kate was given to me at 3 months of age by a girl who worked with me. I received a call on a Saturday morning from the girl (who had Sophie Kate for 1 week) asking if I could babysit her for a couple of weeks. From what I was told "Sophie was not trainable" and her husband kept yelling because she had accidents on the floor.

When I picked up Sophie Kate they did not have a collar, harness, leash or a crate - just an adorable puppy. My first stop was my Vets office who agreed to examine her while I made a quick trip to PetSmart.

Two weeks later...I agreed to board Sophie Kate with my Vet since we had to travel over the weekend when my co-workers was suppose to take her back (note, training was going okay and we fell in LOVE with Sophie Kate). My co-worker was suppose to pick her up from my Vet on Saturday morning, everything was arranged so I thought. Well the following Monday morning at 8:00 am the Vets office called my cell phone and told me Sophie Kate was still there and if her owner did not want her one of the Vet Techs would gladly take her. Needless to say, I told them Thank you but I would come get her, which I did.

Now three years later Sophie Kate is our dog still. I made arrangements with my co workers to that I would keep Sophie Kate. She is such a joy to us, it is impossible for me to imagine life without her.

Sophie Kate still goes to the same Vet, they love her....when we walk in the door it is like Norm from Cheers, they all yell her name.

We are all blessed that my co-worker made a bad choice and some how we benefitted.

Well, my Yorkie story goes like this:
My mom had gone out to do some important errand with her best friend, so I babysat her friends grandkids. (She is raising them). They were gone pretty much the whole day and I was exhausted by the time they came back. It threw me off when they got back though, when Susan came in through the garage instead of the front door like usual. My mom also wasn't with her. She very secretly told me that mom needed me in my room and it was very important and didn't want the kids (then 6 and 3) to know about it, as it would upset them. Her face was very grave and I immediately was upset. My mom knew I wanted a Yorkie but we couldn't afford one and couldn't find anything about rescues in my area. I went back to my room and saw a blanket piled on my bed and for some reason thought my mom had hit a dog. She had been hiding behind my door. I started looking under the blanket and saw nothing there. Mom told me to turn around and there was Lola, only 6 weeks old, in her arms. She had a little yellow bow in her hair and she was tiny. I burst into tears and took her into my arms immediately. We bonded on sight. We've only been apart once, and that was exceptionally painful. Mom passed away from cancer a little over 2 years later. I took care of her alone and arranged everything on my own. My dogs (I had 6 at the time) were my only company. They got me through everything. I now live over 2000 miles away, with Lola and Sammy my Labrador. My other 4 dogs were split up. My poodle went to a good home for someone who preferred elderly dogs, my sister took her dog (who is actually living with me now), and I left my beloved German Shepherd and Maltese in the care of my sister. She left them with the people who were to rent out my old house (which I couldn't afford). They never paid a cent, my sister lost the house to the bank (she never paid a cent or took the house out of my name after I signed it to her) and the dogs, my precious babies, suffered and died horrible deaths. They were left to starve in the back yard, no food or water. Both vanished and no one knows exactly what happened, only that they are both presumed dead. I know they will be waiting for me with my mom and all my other lost pets on the other side of the rainbow bridge, but it hurts that they're gone. My furkids are my strength and so is my DH.

My husband lived up in Flint (before we were married) and I lived in the metro Detroit area, well anyway I went up to visit him one weekend and we went to the mall. Well there was a pet shop at the mall, and I didn't even want to walk anywhere near it. Well, we were walking past it and I glanced in and saw Gizmo's little face in a 2x2 locked cage and my heart broke.
I ran into the pet shop and got him out of the crate and just help him, giving him kisses, and cuddling with him. He wanted attention so bad. He was taken from his Momma at 6 weeks :(
I know I sound like a hypocrit but never, never get a pup from a puppy store, you don't know their lines, they're taken from their momma so early, can't develop social skills, and usually are just a completely different type of training mindset.
Well I cried in the store telling my husband that i hate myself and that I cannot leave him here (especially since we were in Flint and just to think of the type of person that may get him scared the crap out of me). So I did the worst thing (and here's where I'm the biggest hypocrit of all) I bought him from the puppy store.

The day after I took him immediately to my vet, had blood work done, complete health once over, and he was clear...

Then the sleepless and frustrating challenge of training a puppystore puppy began..

I love Gizmo, but he was alot of work, alot of heartbreak, and alot of money. But I wouldn't have changed a darn thing!:)

Aweee, I loved reading your story, and I'm sorry you got taken by the lady who took your money and never contacted you back, but, look at it this way, had she contacted you back, you more than likely wouldn't have your precious Ladybug. God works in such mysterious ways doesn't He?!

Great stories everyone!

Mine, too, also sort of stemmed from a loss. My little 5 year old brother died in 2006. He drowned a country club pool, I was out of town at the time. I was, obviously, beyond devastated. No words can put how our family felt during the next few years, and still feel today.

Since I was starting my junior year in high school after this happened, it was really really hard for me to care about things that my friends and other teenagers my age cared about (i.e. dances, the prom, football games, parties). I just did not care. I kept a picture of my brother on my desk with me at all times and would just look at his face. I don't really know how I got through that junior year. Senior year was a bit better because I was only there until 10:20 in the morning and got let out early for work release.

Anyways I graduated high school, my closest friends went off to school a bit farther away, and I opted to stay and go to the community college, unsure of what I was going to do, etc. So about six months after HS graduation, I don't really know what came over me but I wanted my own dog. I did not have a ton of people to hang out with anymore, I knew I had the time, etc. Initially, I think my parents thought it was just a phase and they would end up with the dog, which they were both okay with if that were to have happened.

So anyways my dad and I went to a horrible part of Baltimore to go pick him up from this lady's house. Her dog had a litter of puppies and she advertised them in an online super ads thing. I saw Jackson's picture and immediately fell in love. I had looked around at a few other dogs - all I knew was that I needed a non shedding dog due to my stepdads allergies. Did not really research the breed at ALL. I had looked at a little girl, but it just did not feel right. I wanted a boy and kept going back to his picture.

So, went to her house. She had two puppies left and I was holding one, then picked up Jackson, and ended up leaving with him. He was "#1" (the lady did not ever name them, BYB through and through, although I will say she cried when we left, and she kissed them goodbye, said she'd miss them - so even though I feel guilty that I unknowingly supported someone like that ... at least he was raised in a decent, some what loving home).

I guess it was love at first sight, lol. I never thought I could be so in love with a dog. I am just so glad he is in my life. He's made me a better person. I think I needed the responsibility and that unconditional love that he brings to me at that time in my life.

Britster, I am so very sorry for your loss. My neice was 16 when she died of a rare form of cancer. And although we knew the end was coming for her, it doesn't make it any easier to lose a young one. I am glad you found Jackson. I believe the dogs become part of our life at just the right time to give us just what we need. From your You Tube Video (that me and my girls and husband has watched many times) I can see that you and Jackson are perfect for each other! Thank you so much for sharing.

CrimsonLuvsLola,
My heart is sad for you. I'm sorry that you have had to deal with so many losses. I'm glad to hear that you still have Lola who was a gift from your beloved mother. Hold on to her.

Very nice stories. My love affair with Yorkies started several years ago. We had adopted a Lhaso when he was three and had him 9 years. Afterwards it was a bit tramatic so we went petless for 8 years. About 3 years ago, I was in a place called the Pampour Parlor. They did maicures, pedicures, spa packages etc. I always go there to get my wife surprise packages. There's always a holiday, anniversary, birthday, etc. I had been going there a while and knew the ower pretty well. So this particular day I walked in and the owner had this cute ball of fur with her. I said, "What in the world is that?" She said, "It's a Yorkie. A friend of mine just gave her to me." Well, I couldn't leave the shop. I must have stayed there an extra 20 minutes playing with that precious dog!!!

Finally the holiday, etc came rolling by and I can't wait! Not because I'm giving my wife the gift. I've been bustin a gut to tell her about this Yorkie and I couldn't cuz it would spoil the surprise!! So I proceeded to tell her the story about the Yorkie and how great I thought it would be. My wife wasn't ready for another dog so we chilled on it a while.

Then one day last year she says we should look. She found a small dog rescue place and they put us on the list for a Yorkie. We got a call. Someone had taken a yorkie and dropped him off at the pound. They brought him over and told us to keep him a few days to see if it was a good fit. It started off ok, but after a time, he became aggressive. He barked non stop. If my wife came near me he growled and barked until she moved away. If we did anything that wasn't to his liking, he barked and barked and wouldn't stop. We were at our wits end. Finally we called the lady to come get him. Natalie cried for a week. We almost gave up. Then I noticed an ad on Craigslist. These people were leaving the country and couldn't take their Yorkie with them. When we got there he was so happy and totally opposite of the other dog. He was jumping up and down and just a happy boy. This time it wasn't a trial. This was the real deal. And how lucky have we been? Unbelieveable. We have to have the greatest Yorkie in all the world. ;-)

It's almost been 3 months and the time has flown. We are one happy family. We're heading down to Birmingham in the morning to visit family and it will be his first trip out of town. It's just cool!

My little boy
 

I was away from home,lonely & in alot of back pain.So I tried a chiro.In the office was a adult yorkie,so sweet.I have allergys to dogs & cats plus others. I noticed that her dog didn't bother me & no hair all over, She explained about yorkies.I said how I wish I could afford one but I simply could not. Then a few weeks later a man was in the office with a tiny 8 week old male yorkie.So darling,he handed him to me & ask what I was going to name him.I said I wish I could but I couldnot afford him. He smiled and said he's paid for.DR. Sean and wife Holly had gotten him for me. He is my heart.I don't know what I did without him. It was love at first site.He was the alfa of the litter & you can tell it He has a mind of his own but sooo loving. MY Sweeti is now 5 months old,a handfull of mischief & an arm full of love. By the way, I called him my sweeti then I brought him home,when I decieded on a name he wouldn't answer to anything but sweeti.I get alot of kidding about namimg a male Sweeti. That's my story of my first Yorkie.

I have enjoyed this thread. Here is my story about a Yorkie named Willbe.
Willbe the Big Yorkie
I just finished changing the news paper in the litter box. I was putting the six week old Lab puppies back. They chased each other and sniffed the clean paper. I was enjoying their tiny yips, rolls, and pounce antics, when the phone rang. It was my Vets office. (Name is fictitious for privacy reasons) He ask about the pups, and Mama dog. I said, "Fine, you just saw them yesterday, what is up ?" He kind of cleared his throat and said, "I have a healthy pup here that is too young to wean, I was wondering if you would be willing to let your Mama dog nurse it ?" I smiled and nodded like he could see me and said, "Well we can sure give it a try." Dr. Smith answered, "Good, I will have Carol bring him over." I could hear the smile in his voice. My Lab Mama, was right now weaning another Labs litter.
Carol handed me the box and shook her head no, when I ask if she had time for a cup of tea. I moved the towel and there was a small little pup, and no way was he a Lab. I stoked his little side and he blinked newly opened eyes, looking for me. What is he ? I asked. Carol chuckled and using an exasperated Southern Belle voice said, 'Why my gaud, he is huge, a real brute, I just don't understand how my Precious and Sir Clyde could make this.. this Ugly thing.I can't love it and I don't want it. Put it to sleep." I shuttered and said OMG she said that ? Carol nodded "Yes and you know the Doc, he can't put down a perfectly healthy pup." I sighed and said, "I know, we will see if Mama will feed him." Carol and I watched Mama nudge the little fellow to a swollen milky nipple. He latched on and she licked him with her huge pink tongue. His little feet pumped away. We laughed out loud. I stroked Mama and she sighed in a contented way. I fell in love with this sweet little guy. He is loved and always will be. My first Yorkie Willbe. There is more to the story but your eyes need a rest. :)

Oh my GOODNESS, I have loved all the stories but I really want to know what happened to Willbe. Great story, confirms my love for dogs (and good Vets and kind people).