He was a quiet as he was fluffy and laid down by my feet. He was so quiet! But very sweet. He didn't bark at us, but gently tucked his head under my chin as I held him close to me. I was in love.
Yorkie he was not, but I was taken by his tiny tuft of white hair on his chin and chest. Like a tiny tuxedo shirt! He has since turned into a rambunctious, protective, jealous bigger ball of fur. And I still adore him.
And, if you want to see something funny, watch this video. Because 1. He is cute and it's a funny little trick. But 2. I'm wearing terribly tight athletic pants THAT I SLEEP IN - not for public! And BTW, the background is my MIL's house, not mine.