by Monica Tunnell

Created on: February 22, 2009

I have this dog. He is an adorable, pure-bred Yorkshire Terrier named Dinky. When I purchased him, I was looking to replace a much-loved dog that had recently passed away. My dog had passed away while I was on vacation, so my main goal as I sought a new pup was to make sure I found the tiniest one I possibly could so I could take him with me wherever I went. I wanted a little companion that I could fit in a shoulder bag. I searched and searched for the adorable "tea cup" Yorkies that are sometimes seen in little bags accompanying their owners everywhere they go. I was adamantly against purhcasing a pet from a store, but after meeting with many breeders, I was not having much luck. They were only willing to sell me a dog that was six months old. The purpose of this was to make certain that they could guarantee the size and temperment of the animal. Also, they informed me that it was critical to the long-term mental health of the dog for it to have subtantial time with its' parents and siblings. Well, I wouldn't hear of it. I wanted a little one that had not made any attachments to other owners or pets. I wanted to shape my little companion from the beginning. I wanted my new buddy to fit in my hand when I took him home and grow from there. I did not listen to the wise advice of those knowledgeable breeders. What a mistake I made.

I finally found what I was looking for, and yes, he was at a store. I noticed him in the back of the store as I scanned the cages. He had just been brought in the night before. He was so tiny that he could almost fit through the bars in his cage. This was the one! I was so excited. My search was finally over! I promptly requested a visit with this adorable little brown and black whipper snapper. We bonded right away. It was love at first cuddle. Dinky was less than a pound when I met him that day. He fit in the palm of my hand with a little room to spare. I could not leave without him. Of course, I also could not afford him. He was quite expensive. I put him on layaway, and promised to be back each day to visit until I could pay him off.

As promised, I showed up every day to visit with my new friend. They were short visits, and it was difficult to part with him, but I had to work, and the sadness I felt when I left only fueled my desire to pay him off faster. I wanted to bring him home. The following week was my birthday, and as a gift, my mother paid him off early. As I arrived that next day for my normal routine of visitation, he was

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