The one female to own my heart was Princess, my Yorkshire Terrier. That was until Evie walked right past me without so much as a glance. I couldn't believe... > Lire la suite
The one female to own my heart was Princess, my Yorkshire Terrier. That was until Evie walked right past me without so much as a glance. I couldn't believe it; she had the most captivating eyes I had ever seen, and her hair cascaded down in perfect curls that took over her shoulders and seem to shine in the sunlight. I chase after her like a pup in love, wanting to make her a true Princess.