My mom and I have been trying to figure out if L.D. is REALLY a Yorkie or not. first, some pics:
Secondly, I will give a bit of history, as far as I know. One of my moms ferrets that I had been very close with passed away. After a while, I started talking about a dog and my parents (without my knowing) started extensively looking for a dog (how sweet!) for me. My uncles best friends mother is a Yorkie breeder. My parents relayed messages back and forth via my uncle. She had a Yorkie that was really calm, and sweet, and she didn't handle the hyperness of the other Yorkies and pups very well. So, one day she came over (again, unbeknownst to myself). My parents called me out of my room and lo and behold was this scruffy little dog! Aw! Insta-LOVE! I promptly picked her up, said thank you, and retreated to my room for a minute to give her a piece of jerky (now, she is a jerky freak). I sat and talked with Robin (YB) for a while. She had gotten Little Dog from a puppy mill that had been using her since the very first time she was able to conceive until Robin had gotten her, and Robin had bred her a couple times. Little Dog had been bred from the time she was probably 6 months old until we got her and she was five and a half. Poor, wore out girl. This would have been the case anyways but she was spayed about two weeks later.
So, Little Dog was spoiled and everything by yours truly. We attached ourselves at the hip. She is definitely an Angelique-dog.
Oh, by the way, my dad was not hip to the idea of her being on the furniture but Little Dog was relentless in her pursuit and started sleeping with me (without getting in trouble) by day 3!
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