I met a tiny (and I mean tiny as in extra small, petite, miniature, miniscule, so-cute-I-wanted-to-squeeze-him-to-death) Yorkie puppy last week with a large name. Rockefeller was visiting Canine Companion for the weekend and in need of his first grooming service. Just a few weeks out of his proverbial nest, he was all of about 2 pounds soaking wet but took his bath and baby haircut like a trooper. On the same day, our giant friend Kujo also got a bath. I could not help but wonder at the variety that nature (or man) has provided us in canine friends to choose from.
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