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His Name Was Tiger
He was a 4 pound big hearted Yorkie
I had been wanting a dog for awhile. Watching the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show and looking at the many breeds helped me decide.
I didn’t want a dog that out weighed me as I had pictures in my mind of being drug down the sidewalk by a beast I could not handle.
So many dog breeds to chose from!
Then I saw it — the perfect dog breed for me.
A Yorkshire Terrier.
Certainly a size I could handle with ease. Doesn’t eat much and doesn’t poop much. And I don’t need a shovel to clean up behind it. Now that’s a plus!
When I told my husband that I wanted a dog, a Yorkie Terrier, his exact words were, “A Yorkie, That’s not a dog!”
A Yorkie, That’s not a dog!
Well, you can imagine how the conversation went from there.
So, I began looking for Yorkies close to my home.
As it happens, we were having lunch at the mall and there was a pet store there.
After lunch we went in to look around and there I see a tiny Yorkie in a cage with a Dachshund. They were cuddled together like best buds.
