Barkley was a true terrier in every sense of the word. If there was something he wanted, he would work on it for hours without giving up. He spent his first year basically growing up in a "pack of wild Yorkies," since the "breader" gave her dogs very little human contact. His terrier skills were extremely well developed, though. He took well to his new home but never really understood that he didn't have to worry about fending for himself anymore.
When we lost him, I was grief stricken. I found another one year old two days later. It might seem stange to get another one so soon, but I highly recommend it. You can't replace Moleman but you can open your heart to some more love -- and it will definitely help you cope. Loosie is a real sweetie and a little commedian with a lot of enthusiasm and spirit. Anyone that hasn't had one of these little canines tends to dismiss them as toy froo-froo dogs, and they don't understand what's in that little package. They are fearless and great little hunters, and little clowns to boot. I never want to be without a Yorkie or another type of terrier.