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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorkshire_Terrier>
>All I would have to do is show the pic on that page to my wife, and we would leave that second to go find one.
Hector, when he was a pup, used to ride on my shoulder in the car, like a parrot. Once I went to pick up a girlfriend from a night-club and had to take him with me. I carried him cupped in my hand, recumbant in my wrist. The bouncers at the door of the club turned into mush and begged me to leave him with them while I went inside and had some fun - no rush. It was hillarious.
Look at the variety you can get in the breed. Ours was more like the Zoey on these pics.
http://puppydogweb.com/gallery/yorkshireterriers/e.htmwe developed this game whereby he'd back up onto my foot and I'd flip him 180 cartwheel. He loved it.
- Whoever said that women are the weaker sex never tried to wrest the bedclothes off one in the middle of the night
- Worry is the interest you pay, in advance, for a loan that you may never need to take out.
