We got this little sweetheart of a puppy dog about a year and half ago when she was six months old.
She is a Yorkie-poo, a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a small Poodle.
We had a large breed dog many years ago right after we were married, and he lived to be thirteen.
He has been gone for over twenty years, and I wasn't so certain I really wanted another dog.
All the shedding, the smell, the care, and expense of a large animal wasn't something I really looked forward to at this point in our lives.
I always figured cats were the way to go for a pet - they were better able to care for themselves, and a purring kitty is very calming and soothing.
But then, I met, Mya.
She's tiny - about 12 pounds.
She has hair, not fur, so she doesn't shed.
Her weekly showers keep her ever so soft and oh so clean.
She follows us everywhere - inside and out.
Going for a ride is one of her favorite things.
And she is most entertaining in her playing and prancing about.
Those bright eyes and that wagging plume of a tail show us her love.
This little soul makes me laugh, and brings such joy into our lives.
I really don't know how we got along without her all these years.
She is such a gem, and a more perfect match for our home could not be found.
Life is good with this little puppy dog!