Happy Labor Day! 

Guess what? I got my puppy! Well, he's not a puppy. We think he's about a year and half or two years old. A little Yorkshire Terrior! Quite the little man he is. He weighs a whopping 4.5 lbs!
He's very well behaved and house broken already.

His story goes something like this. A farmer was tending his crops down in the river bottoms when this poor little guy comes walking out of a corn field. His hair was matted and full of those coccoburrs (sp?) Eaten up with fleas and flea bites. The farmer took him home and put out the word that he had found this little guy and kept him for 2 weeks. Nobody came to claim him, so my daughter, Ashleigh told the farmer that I had wanted a Yorkie and now the rest will be history!

He has scabs and sores from his adventures in the river bottoms. The farmer and his wife had to cut his hair to get all the matted hair and coccoburrs out, so he looks a little scraggly right now but, he is just a sweetheart!

Hubby calls him Frumpkin ('cause we don't know where he come from) and son calls him Peanut. We all love him.
He's smart and minds like a little soldier.

I was concerned about the time, expense and dedication it would take from me to care for this little guy but, I'm hooked and he seems right at home.

If I can get a good picture of him, I'll have to show him off later. He seems to be a little camera shy.