Teeny Tiny Terrier

 

Behold BB. He belongs to my mother- and father-in-law, and he is the teeniest little Yorkie you've ever seen. He can almost sit in one of my hands.

He's blurry in the first two shots because he's constantly on the move (except when he was sleeping on B.'s chest, so sweet!)--he's like a hamster on meth. A sweet hamster on meth, but a hamster on meth nonetheless.