Spike came to us almost ten years ago after several years of treatments for infertility. It was a particularly hard, and depressing time for my husband and I, as we so desperately wanted a child. Of course the long MN winter did nothing to help my mood, and one day I exclaimed that if couldn't have a baby, I should at least be able to have a dog! The advice I was given was to find a place to live that would accept a pet and get one! That's what we did. My Mom knew how badly we wanted a Yorkie and while searching the papers, found a lady who had a litter of Yorkie-Poo puppies. She said "Lets just go and look, you don't have to get one!" Ok, so how do you walk into a place with eight precious little puppies and not want to leave with one?
My Husband and I sat down on the floor and rite away this tiny little bundle of fur came clumsily running towards us. He crawled into my lap, I picked him up, and he licked my face. Then he put his head down on my chest. I was in love. I put him down, and we played with his siblings for awhile, and each time he was put down , he would come running back. We knew he was the one, and he went home with us.