LibertyBelle, Sorry for the huge picture. I didn't know how to upload pictures, went to Photo Bucket, joined, figured that out, then posted the pic. but didn't know it was going to be that huge. Tried to cancel that big picture post and thought I did. Went back to Photo Bucket and re-sized it and added picture frame.
So, I do all that and click back on the thread and there's that huge picture still there.
The way I got her was both terrible and wonderful. Saw there were Yorkies available not too far from me, but it was way down in the sticks. The road got to nothing and there was nothing around. Began to wonder if I should be there alone. Finally found the house.
A man came out of the house and I went upon the porch. He started to open the door, then stopped and asked, "Are you afraid of dogs?" I said, "Not if they are Yorkies." I had no idea what was about to happen. He opened the door and 44 Yorkies bounded onto the porch. As we went in these Yorkies of all ages, were jumping, barking, some snapping at my heels, they were totally out of control. I was a new "thing" and they had gone nuts.
I wasn't afraid they would bite me - Yorkies won't do that unless there is danger and I was not danger to them. They were just all over me. These 45 Yorkies live in that house - in the house. We went in the kitchen with them still yapping all over me and I sat up on a stool to get out of them.
Then, the wife brought this little female Yorkie out of a room (she was not in the 44 that ganged up on me). She was number 45, the newest one, 5 weeks old. The woman handed her to me and this little puppy stuck her head into the corner of my elbow and didn't move. I had the strongest feeling she was saying, "Get me out of here!". I had two requirements, she had to have a lot of hair and a proper Yorkie face. She did. I paid cash, got the papers, and we left. Put her in a pink carry case in the car and we were gone.
When I got her home, put her in a pink puppy bed and she was home forever.
Forty-five dogs in a house was worrying me. I hated that place. Prissy would never have made it with that many older dogs - she would always be the last in line for water or food. The woman told me she was different than the others - that she wouldn't sleep with the older dogs - she got by herself on a pad by the fireplace and stayed there all night. Well, no wonder - she weighed less than 2 lbs. and they were monsters!
I didn't know she would turn out to be so beautiful when I saved her out of that mess, but her coloring now is so lovely and special. The top of her head is turning all silver and her legs and paws will be all very light blond. Her facial hair is still turning, not sure what the final hair will look like.
Yorkies are the only dogs that has the gene to turn their hair color. They are all black and tan when born, then they start changing color about 4 mths. old.
Prissy is a wonderful little girl with all the advantages a precious puppy should have.
