I don't remember my biological Father. I don't even know if my Dad was the Yorkie or the Chihuahua. Linda did remember that I was the runt of the litter. My brothers and sisters were so strange looking, that the lady who owns the pet store only chose one pup from the whole litter. The day I arrived at the pet store, Linda and Tierney came in and I captured their heart. The next day.... I was home with my new family! Snickers was my real Pop anyway. He raised me to be the dog I am today. Gentle, empathetic, obedient, loyal and most of all... he taught me that when people get their shoes on it sometimes means "Walk!".
