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First, a Few Words from the Pomerama
Some of the stories contained
here mention the breeding of pets, we here at the Pomerama feel very
strongly that pets should be spayed/neutered and not bred. With
a world full of dogs being produced through puppy mills and backyard breeders,
there are many Poms being euthanized, mainly due to overbreeding practices
and the fact that perspective owners are not properly evaluated to ensure
they are well-suited to owning a Pomeranian.
We try not to lecture,
in the following stories do not necessarily reflect viewpoints of the Pomerama.
Enjoy the stories, there
is sure to be one that will make you smile!
Submitted by: Gretchen
Dinkee (Rosewoods Timstopper
My Buddy) is my little champion pom. He is so adorable.One day, we ended
up getting two new cats, neither of them could stand dogs. Dinkee was not
one to give up though. Each night for about a week, Dinkee would
sneek out of my room and run down the stairs (barely making it) into the
cat's den. He would go in through the little cat door, and run into their
bed. Since they where both asleep they did not notice the extra body.
Each morning he would get swatted on the butt by the mother cat, for sleeping
with them. He did that every night and eventually the cats started liking
him. As soon as he was excepted by them, he quit going down there and just
stayed with me all night. Now he is loved by everyone, including the cats!
Submitted by: Marty
This has been many, many
years ago that we had our red little Angel. She was a real doll but her
hair seemed so hot looking to me in the summer, that finally when she was
6 years old, I took the clippers to her and gave her a crew cut.
Under the red, she now had about a 3/4 inch bristle cut---cute as the dickens!!!
We are from PA but were in Maine for a vacation when a couple (both in
their 80's) came up to my husband and I and raved about the "cute little
bear cub" and they were so hard of hearing that I couldn't convince them
it really was a little dog. Angel lived to be 12. She was very
bad and we were getting dressed to take her to the vets to be put down,
when she died in my arms. After having different kinds of dogs since
then, we have decided to look for another Pom (black and white parti colored
Submitted by: Catherine
Kodi..(Kodiak Bear Cub)
is my cream and sand Pom. His best friend is Willy the Pug dog. Kodi did'nt
quite turn out to look like I thought he would. He isn't as fluffy and
doesn't have the typical Pom features, but he has turned into such a cutie!
He has these little black eyes and little black nose. Kodi and Willy are
constanly together. They act as if they are gonna die if they are apart.
Kodi has this game he likes to play with Willy...."keep away" He gets a
toy, piece of paper, or even a tiny kibble and stands there staring at
Willy as if to say "Come and get it!" and as not-so-bright Willy
always does....he falls for it. Kodi then goes into rocket mode and
zips around the big chair with his behind close to the ground. Willy loses
control and usually bangs into the couch and says "forget it," but
Kodi keeps going as a little white streak, low to the ground. You can actually
feel the breeze he stirs up running around this chair. Then he will
stop on a dime in front of Willy and it starts all over again...
Submitted by: Emilee
Baby is one of our Poms--and
most defintely the most pampered!! She sleeps with my husband and me, and
woe be to any other dog or cat that tries to! About six months ago,
she decided that drinking out of a dog dish was beneath her--she now has
an insulated mug that sits on my end table. When the water level gets a
little too low for her to reach easily, she sits and stares at it, and
every once in a while lets forth a little "Woof!" until my husband or I
notice her, and fill up her "glass". When we go on vacation, she
stays with Precious and my parents--Precious is Baby's pup--and they run
a real close race as to who has their "humans" wrapped tighter around those
dainty little paws. But, as rotten as my Baby is, I wouldn't take
a billion dollars for her--she is really the sunshine of our lives, and
we love her!!!
Submitted by: Sheila
Bailey is 6 and a half months
old now, and has developed the cutest habit - she won't go outside without
a stuffed toy! First thing in the morning, we all get up and troop to the
back door to "Go outside and find the squirrels!" Bailey will not go straight
out to the door - she circles through the house until she finds her toy,
then goes out. When she comes back in, she has a different toy! I have
never had a dog so addicted to toys! She will even fight with our 65 pound
Boxer for possession of a toy! (No problem with the Cocker - he's a soft
touch and gives it up!)
All day, Bailey collects
her toys in some part of the house - we will find a pile of them somewhere
almost every day. But at night, it is a collection of a different sort
- my belongings. Two nights ago, she collected a pair of underpants, a
dust cloth, a pair of earplugs (my husband snores), and a nail file. A
few nights before that, it was a slipper, a sock and a lipstick. We find
this pile at the foot of our bed or just outside the bedroom door, and
it never includes a thing belonging to my husband!
Submitted by: Angela
My name is Angela. I have
3 Poms: Cindy, Pepper, and C.J. Cindy can bounce a ball on her nose
all around the yard. She loves her big ball and doesn't like anyone
else to play with "her" ball. She started to play ball with a soccerball
when she was about 4 months old.
Submitted By: Amy
When I got my puppy, he looked
like a little tumble weed, all reddish brown fluff. He soon out grew the
puppy look into a beautiful adult. However, somehow, the tumbleweed part
of his name got into his head. We live in an apartment building and occasionally
like to go out into the hall for a run. Brutus gets so excited, he crouches
low down to the ground with his feet out to the side and scurries along
the ground at warp speed. When he gets up enough speed, he starts spinning
in place, eventually getting so dizzy he rolls around the hall just like
a tumbleweed. He keeps this up until I am in tears from laughing so hard
and he is all out of breath. Is this whirling dervish act common to Poms?
Submitted by: Anthony
F. Rossi, D.P.M.
Bammers was adopted in January,
1997. His original owners paid a large sum of money to a pet store, but
tied him to a doll house ( play house ). He was neglected and his owners
fed and watered him only when they were in the mood. He was never brushed
nor was he groomed. Consequently, his fur became so long and tangled that
his front leg became attached to his body, forcing him to walk on three
legs for a long period of his early development. Then one blessed day he
somehow broke loose. He fortunately was picked up by a member of the Humane
Society. My family then adopted him. He now has all the love he needs.
He has never forgotten his days of hunger, therefore he just loves to eat.
We do have to watch his diet. I am amazed at the love this little guy has
to give. He has certainly forgiven the human race for the abuse they gave
him. I am less forgiving!!
Submitted by: Paula
My Pomeranian, Beau's Princess
Chelsea (or Chelsea for short) is the sweetest Pom! She is a super-gentle
little girl who is kind and good with children. She especially loves my
fiancee's son, Brandon. Brandon is seven years old and he and Chelsea are
good buddies. Normally Chelsea sleeps with us or on the loveseat in our
room. But, when Brandon comes to visit she starts out the night either
in or under his bed. In the middle of the night she bed-hops -- joining
us. But, before Brandon wakes up in the morning, she returns to her original
sleep spot and he's none the wiser. He feels protected and loved and she
feels like the mommy dog.
Submitted by: Melissa
Chloe is a two year old white
and beige Pom. She is the joy of my life, the best dog I have ever had.
She had been living in my home about two weeks and she follows me everywhere.
In the summer, when I would go out on my back deck, I would come in and
wipe my feet before I entered. She was always watching me intently, and
one day she came in the door behind me, stood on the rug in front of the
door and began wiping her feet. She has done this ever since!! POMS are
a wonderful and fun breed!
Submitted by: Angela
My Pom, Cindy is the red
"Queen of the House" and she can bounce a ball on her nose. She loves
to show off in front of company. She has an eight inch ball.
She bounces and pushes it all over the yard with her nose and side.
She can bounce it at least five times in a row on her nose.
By: Valley Ferrell
was given to me as an anniversary present by my husband. Cocoa arrived
at our home in July, she was so tiny and fluffy. I kept her corralled in
the kitchen for the first couple of months, taking her out on walks and
allowing her to explore. The first time that I let her out on her own,
it was one morning at around 6 am. I went about my business of getting
ready for work. About 20 minutes later, I went to the door to find her.
I couldn't. I looked and looked and then I heard this whine. I followed
the sound to the side of the house and found a vent leading into the house.
She was not to be seen. I went into the house and followed the sound, finding
her in the vent leading to the oven! After dismantling the oven, we pulled
her out none less for the wear!! After she was safe, all I could think
of was what would have happened if I had called 911 to get her out of the
oven!! Needless to say, the opening was blocked up immediately!! Now, Cocoa
is 4 years old, loves to swim, chasing the cartoon characters on the bottom
of her pool. But she doesn't go on adventures anymore!
Submitted by: Sherria
I had Cruz for 8 years.He
was my baby. He would come up to me when he wanted lovin and paw at my
leg. When I held him he would lay on my shoulder like a child. He loved
to cuddle. Last year I noticed he was not as active. He was getting sick.
Just a few days ago I had to make the hardest decision of my life. I had
to put him to sleep.I will never get over him .This story is to let people
know that while you have the chance love your pom like you've never done
before because they do love you. He was my little angel.
Submitted by: Jennifer
The Pom that this story is
about belongs to my friend and we are trying to figure out WHY it does
a little dance at night.This little Pom is about twelve weeks old and for
the last few nights has woke my friend up at about three in the morning
and would want to go to the bathroom. (She's trained on potty mats in the
bathroom). Well one night my friend noticed that the Pom got up on her
hind legs and started dancing back and forth across the wall of the bathroom.
After doing this for about a minute straight, she stopped and immediatly
went to the bathroom (Poop!). No one has been able to explain to us why
this Pom does what it does. So if you can explain this behavior, please
let me know.
Submitted by: Melanie
Generally most dog owners
take their dog to the vet once a year, for a physical exam and shots, or
that's the way I understand it. Anyway, Harley had had extensive dental
work done just the month before, with an accompanying full physical examination,
so last summer I decided to vaccinate her myself. (I of course called my
vet beforehand and made sure it would be OK. Incidentally, I saved about
$30, which is significant when you are a poor graduate student.)
I didn't think it would
be a complicated procedure, and Harley is a very mellow dog, but requested
my med student boyfriend to be present anyway, just in case he knew something
about giving shots that I didn't. (He didn't.) We put Harley up on the
coffee table. She sat there smiling and panting, completely unaware of
what was about to happen to her, as I mixed the vaccine in the syringe.
Jim (the boyfriend) watched her for any sign of realization, and when none
was forthcoming, took the syringe from me, held it up in front of Harley's
happy little orange face (not in a threatening manner), and said, "Don't
you know what this is?"
Immediately, Harley's ears
and tail drooped. She looked flattened. She stood up and grabbed onto my
arms with her front legs. It was the saddest thing I ever saw.
The vaccination proceeded
without incident. But anyway, the expression on Harley's face when Jim
showed her the syringe is what always comes to mind when I hear the phrase
"like popping a child's balloon."
Submitted By: Dawn
When I was just little, we
lived in an apartment, but I wanted a dog. My dad knew a lady who bred
these tiny dogs called Pomeranians, so he decided to buy one for me.
Tuffy was to be the first of dad's obsession with these little dogs.
Tuffy lived until I was in my early 20s, and a couple of years after his
death, I presented dad with Bear, who unfortunately lived only 8 years.
About 4 months before my
parents were about to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary two years
ago, mom mentioned how lonely the house seemed now, and that "it sure would
be nice to have another pom" ...
I was having lunch at a
nice restaurant with a co-worker a few days later, and happened to hear
a lady seated nearby say that she had just had a litter of poms born a
few days before. I got her name and phone number, and per her instructions,
called her about 5 weeks later. My daughters and I went to her home
the next evening, and purchased the tiniest ball of fur we had ever seen...Dustin.
It has always been amusing
to me to see my big, burly father with his poms, but this relationship
between he and Dustin is something else indeed. Dad retired about
6 months after Dustin's arrival, and he has become the major focus of Dad's
life! I mean the man goes almost nowhere without Dustin!
Dustin is quite the attention
getter wherever they go, but the cutest thing I have ever seen a dog do,
and the thing that gets him noticed the most, is when he takes himself
for a walk. Dad will take Dustin out for a walk in their neighborhood,
and when the walk isn't going fast enough for Dustin, he will grab his
leash in his mouth and tug until dad lets go. Dustin will then grab
the leash near the top and strut forth on his own, tail whipping in the
breeze, head held high, leash firmly gripped in his mouth, and walk himself
at his own pace! He never gets too far ahead of dad, as though he
knows that dad can't chase after him, and he never goes off the sidewalk.
But he will run ahead and greet neighbors, who, it seems, never hesitate
to entertain him until dad can catch up!!
Submitted by: Sherri
Her full name is Dakota Star
Dust. She is an orange-sable Pom. Dusty thinks the minute you put a leash
on her that she's a sled dog, cause she instantly takes off. You would
think as many times as she's choked herself that she would learn by now
but she doesn't. She's funny at bed time, she has to have her lovins before
she'll go to sleep. She loves everybody. When I come home from being out
somewhere, she jumps into my arms. She loves to go bye bye. I hope to add
another to the family by the end of this year.
Submitted by: Nathan
Ernie is a black and tan
pom who loves to run and carry on. Every day is an adventure with Ernie.
One day I opened my sock drawer and noticed that I had no socks to wear.
I complained to my wife about not doing the laundry only to have her tell
me she did it all the day before, but didn't see any socks. I was searching
all over the house for one pair when I decided to look under our bed. To
my amazement there was Ernie, surrounded by 8 pairs of white socks. He
had taken them from the dirty laundry pile before they were ever washed.
The mystery was solved.
Submitted by: Nikhil
Three years ago, my family
made, what I think is, the best decision of our lives. We bought Candy,
a red colored Pomeranian of impeccable manners and unfailing personality.
Our other Pomeranian, Fan, seemed to be in need of a friend, and so we
searched for another dog. Candy has been the joy of our life ever since
I saw her sleeping by her father. I have had a disability since birth called
osteogenesis imperfecta. This makes my bones very fragile. Last year I
had a very hard fall that required surgery to fix. While I was lying in
a cast at home, simultaneously stricken with pneumonia, Candy lay outside
my door every single day. I had a slow recovery, and am just starting to
walk again. Still, Candy sits outside my door, waiting patiently, ears
back and tongue lolling, waiting for the day when I may walk again.
Submitted by: Sandy
My little Ewokie is almost
a year old, she follows me everywhere, and she's the best guard dog I've
ever had. She barks whenever someone is at my front door, she sits on my
bed or by some of my stuff that I leave on the floor and keeps any people
or other dogs from getting anywhere near it. Ewokie is the best dog I've
ever had, she's loyal, cute, and she never fails to make me laugh just
when I need it.
Submitted by: Katia
Jazzmine's Little Wolfman
"Wolfie" saved my life in the winter of 1992. It was 12:30 am on an icy
night when he woke me with his barking. I went into the hall to find out
what was wrong and found him standing at attention in front of the heater
closet. I opened the door and all I could see were flames. My little man
had alerted me in enough time for me to put the fire out with an extinguisher
and then call the Fire Dept. He was held and praised by all of the Firemen
that came to check the house that night. They told me I was lucky to have
my little "Wolfie."
Submitted by: Gayle
I thought someone might be
interested in reading how we have "winterized" our Pom's outdoor bathroom!
Foxie has always had his own door to the outside to go out into our fenced-in
yards, no matter where we live. However, he's 13 now, and has lived much
of his life in warmer climates. So, for his first winter in the cold north,
my husband built him a covered outdoor "privy" so he can do his business
without having to set foot in the snow, which he hates. It works like this:
Foxie exits through his little door from our home, into a heated, lit,
carpeted and windowed tunnel. At the other end of it, he goes through another
dog door into another carpeted tunnel, (also with a window), which turns,
and then slants down over the steps from our deck to the ground. At the
bottom of this tunnel, he enters a four-by-four foot windowed wooden box,
which has no floor. There he can "go potty" on the grass even though the
snow is piled up over the entire box and tunnel! A hinged lid on this box
permits our cleaning the area from the top. This entire system of tunnels
is painted to match our home. Neighbors stop by just to see this architectural
marvel! I don't think there is a more pampered pet in the world than our
Submitted by: Josh Wright
One day we were at the lake
with are cute little pom, Gabriel. The day at the lake was very
relaxing, and Gabriel loved
swimming in the water. After our relaxing day at the lake we decided
was time to head home.
As the car started to role, Gabriel started to yelp!
His leash was sticking out
the door and had wrapped around the wheel. Everyone in the car felt
bad, and Gabriel got a big
treat when we got home. p.s. Gabriel is very healthy and well!
Submitted by: Renee
Gracie, our 3 year old Pom
has a bedtime ritual. She and our other Pom, Angel sleep with us. Angel
is out the minute she hits the bed. Gracie must have a drink of water before
going to sleep. The funny thing is that she will not take a drink before
we get into bed. We have to get into bed, turn out the lights, and wait
for her signal, a throaty "err, err, err." My husband then gets up and
gets her a drink. She also insists on the same blue glass. Gracie and Angel
are our first dogs. Poms are incredible little creatures. Of course, I
don't think of them as dogs. They are my babies. What personalities!!!
Submitted by: Jamie
Once upon a time there were
two pomeranian puppies that were homeless, starving, and had no one but
each other. They were abandoned by their parents when they were 2 days
old. They lived in a box with their brothers and sisters. But they all
got homes very quickly. Except for the scrawniest of the litter, Zoe and
Cloe. A week went by but nobody wanted them so they decided to leave the
box and LOOK for a home. They walked for hours, until their paws ached.
They decided to rest behind a slide in what they THOUGHT was a playground.
They fell asleep there until Cloe smelled food, she got up and followed
the scent leaving Zoe behind. Cloe ended up in a patio with a little boy.
The little boy screamed when he saw a dog in his patio. His little sister
ran over to see what the commotion was and when she found the dog she yelled
"I want it!" But the boy said "No way, I saw it first!" "But you already
have a guinea pig," she whined back. The dog started to bark and ran away,
the kids followed the pup until they reached their "so-called playground"
which turned out to be the backyard of the childrens' home. Cloe showed
the children that she had a sister. So the kids each grabbed a pomeranian
and took them inside. Their parents agreed to keep them and so Zoe and
Cloe lived happily and healthy, together.
Submitted by: Caitlin
Robbins (Another young story writer)
Well, you see my little brat's
name is Harley. She's only about 4 months old and we got her when she was
only 7 weeks. I'm only 13 so I like to exercise a lot, but my favorite
thing to do is bike ride! Harley wanted to go with me one day, but I had
no way of putting her on the bike. So I went to the store and bought a
bike rack and put it on the back of my bike and then screwed on a milk
crate and put her in it, but she jumped out because she got so scared.
I then got another milk crate and put it on top and it was a little larger
so it overlapped. She now LOVES to go on the bike and when ever I say "want
to go for a ride?", she goes running to the door and starts barking! I
know go on daily bike rides for more then 3 hours at a time and she just
LOVES it! So now every Saturday morning she wakes me up and barks trying
to tell me "mommy!!! Let's go!!!!!!"
Submitted by: Caitlin
My Pom, Harley, is also very
smart. I usually give her a dog biscuit around the time I get home from
school. One day I forgot and was drinking some soda. My Pom ran into the
pantry and rolled a soda can out. She was trying to tell me it was her
snack time too. She is very smart and I love her.
Submitted by: Roxanne
Jazmine (Jazzy) had many
funny stories and a great personality. From running in the rain, to sitting
in her water dish while getting a drink, but the funniest one was when
I took her with me to a lakefront house to do some fishing. Well needless
to say, I didn't get to fish for very long. Every time I'd cast the pole,
she'd be in right after it. I did not want her getting hurt, so I removed
the hook and continued to play. We had a ball. She did this for hours on
end, not wanting to stop even for lunch. She'd grab her bite and back in
the water she went. I know that wasn't good for her, but she was having
so much fun I couldn't resist. Then she'd chase the basket of fish that
were tied to the tree with a 20ft. cable. It had a floating lid so the
basket didn't sink. I'd pull the basket in and then when I'd release it
the fish inside would try swimming away and Jazzy would jump in after it
and chase the moving basket. Needless to say we had much fun that day and
one I'll never forget. So sad Jazzy is gone now. But she left many happy
memories and lots of love in my heart. It is owed to her that I decided
to get into showing Pomeranians. There is no other breed quite like
Submitted by: Keith
Over the past few months,
my fiancée and I have been wanting to adopt a small dog for our
apartment. And one day, a close friend told us that his landlord wanted
to give away a Pomeranian. After observing Jenna for a short period of
time, we brought her home (a few days ago). Jenna is six years old and
she has a great personality. She is very lovable, friendly, and intelligent.
Jenna is our little red fur ball. My fiancée and I love her so much.
Jenna is housetrained and a great watchdog. She has lots of energy. She
loves to go places in our car and is great for taking walks. Whenever we
get ready to go somewhere, Jenna is the first one at the door and the first
one to hop into our car. We were worried that she might have problems adjusting
to a new home, but she is doing great so far. I especially love her little
habits. For instance, when we take her outside to do her duty and she is
done, Jenna will scratch her little paws on the grass and yell out little
hisses. Then she will go about her way. We look forward to many more years
Submitted by: Cindy
Joey, is our little boy.
Living in the Pacific Northwest we have all kinds of weather and he loves
all of it. We recently had a big snowstorm the day after Christmas and
ended up with about 2 ft of snow! Well you can imagine what an 11" dog
looks like in that. He had snowballs stuck to his long fur and could hardly
walk! He had to hop to get anywhere and of course we couldn't go to the
bathroom in that!!! My husband made trails in the snow and he would spend
all day running back and forth along "his" paths and barking. We spent
hours watching him and laughing. All you could see was his tail and ears
going by above the snow! Needless to say - he gives
us hours and hours of love and entertainment.
Submitted by: Michelle
One day my dog ran to the
door and started barking (at my school bus). I ran to the doog and flug
it open. Out ran Keisha and almost got away, but my mom caught her. Keisha
whimpered alot. It only happened one time.
Submitted by: Nicole
My dog is so funny around
cat's. She's actually is afraid of cats! Well, we went to our friends house
and had to bring Lacy. They had about five cats so Lacy was excited. (She
is always excited about other mammals and animals). So we brought her in
the house and to our surprise she ran to the cats. The cats hissed and
chased after Lacy our dog! Lacy ran like a little engine around the house!
Then she went back to the cats for more excitement! It was so funny. She
always jumps on dogs to play, but around cats it's different, and that's
my dog who is afraid of cats!
Submitted by: Suzanne
When I first got my puppy
he was completely white except for the little black on his nose and around
his eyes. Everyone who saw him said he looked just like a little bear cub
(he really did look like a miniature polar bear) so he just became known
as "little bear." He weighs seven pounds but he acts like he weighs 80.
He'll go up to the biggest of dogs and bark like crazy - until that big
dog makes one sound or takes one step - and then bear is high-tailing it
right back to me, usually hiding behind my legs or trying to crawl up them.
I really thought he'd figure it out eventually, but I don't think it's
going to happen. He does the funniest thing after he goes outside or when
he's been alone a while that sounds just like one of the other stories.
He gets this crazed look in his eye and turns his head from side to side
super fast and puts his rear straight up in the air with his front paws
and chin on the ground and starts running around in circles faster than
I ever new a dog could move. He has charted a path through the lower level
of our home and runs laps every night in this manner. He goes so fast that
sometimes he does front flips because he can't keep up with himself. He
tires himself out completely but he's so afraid he's going to miss something
that he stays standing up - doesn't stop him from falling asleep though
- his eyes start to close gradually and his knees start to give out and
then all the sudden he just falls over. He hasn't figured out that he's
falling asleep yet though - it never fails - every time this happens he
jumps up and starts barking and stares down everyone in the room as if
to say "hey, like why'd you push me over?" It's a good thing he's cute
because he sure isn't too bright.
Submitted by: Tammy
Mandy is a shark! At least
she thinks she is. We live along the West Fork of the Illinois River (in
Oregon), during the hot summer months, we enjoy walking down to the cool
water for a swim. I love to snorkel and so does Mandy. As soon as I lay
down in the water, I feel four, cold, footies climbing upon my shoulders.
Mandy will stay on my shoulders as I swim around in 5 ft. of water! If
I swim near an island, she wants to jump off, then as I swim to the other
side, she wants back on again. She also likes to sit on my lap when I sit
across an inner-tube! She even will follow me 1/3 mile up the river to
go down the rapids! She barks up a storm as we go down river and tries
to grab the twigs and leaves off the branches as we pass by. I have a quad
runner (four wheeler) or, I mean, Mandy has a quad runner. That is her
bike! No one is to ride it unless she gets to go along. One time I took
off on the bike and left her behind in the house. When I came back, she
had tears in her eyes, like you wouldn't believe. She ignored me for several
hours! She wouldn't even come to me even when I called her name or yelled,
"cookie treats!" My husband has never seen such an act. She loves that
bike so much that if we walk near it she jumps upon the seat, and, to insure
a ride, she will fall asleep on the seat while we work near it in the yard!
We call her (da sark!) because she loves water and food and she thinks
she has sharp teeth! (She doesn't bit.) We've never seen such a small dog
have such a passion for food as she does. She even eats raw onion and pickles!
My husband, Steve, took some videos of her funny acts, mentioned above,
and we are thinking about sending them to "Funniest Home Videos." Mandy's
web site ("Mandy's Home Page") is under construction. I hope to get it
Submitted by: Stephanie
Olive Selena Lange
Meeko is a year old male
Pom and so far he's been a real traveler. We live in a rural area so we
were worried about him getting lost, hurt, or eaten! But he has proved
to be a pretty smart dog. Whenever we let him and the other Poms out to
play, rather than their normal walk he'll take himself for a walk, then
come back in time for treats. So I think he is a very level-headed little
Submitted by: Beverly
and Bill Gibson
Minuet is now seven years
old, however we never expected her to make it past the first year. She
began attempts on her own life by diving off of our waterbed at the age
of 4 months. She broke one of her back legs and was in a cast for months.
As soon as this healed she was her old self, running with reckless abandon.
We soon noticed that her skin felt strange and sounded crackley when we
pet her. After our vet examined her, he found that she had broken a rib
and punctured a lung which had allowed air to escape into her skin. Miraculously
she healed from this on her own. A few weeks later while out on a walk
with my husband, she somehow ate something poisonous and became very ill.
The vet was able to stabilize her with antibiotics. At the ripe age of
9 months, she decided to go diving again, this time from my lap to the
living room floor. This resulted in a very bad break to her front leg which
required pinning. To this day she has a slightly crooked right front paw
- but she is alive and has calmed down considerably.
Submitted by: Janet
We have a little girl Pom
who just turned a year old. Like most Poms she loves her toys. She has
several and knows them by name. Her favorite is a little sheepskin-like
thing that we call Lambsie. One night Misha was resting next to our thirteen
year old son who was fast asleep on the floor of our family room. Suddenly
our son (who is an avid sleepwalker) began to rise up from the floor taking
the Lambsie with him. Misha immediately became interested and began to
follow him into the kitchen. We asked our son where he was going, but being
asleep he didn't answer. He went to the sink, opened the cabinet door underneath,
and deposited Lambsie into the garbage can. He shut the door and returned
to his place on the floor and was still once again. Poor Misha just stood
at the cabinet door and stared at it and at us with the funniest look on
her face. When our son finally awoke he rescued the precious Lambsie and
gave it back to a very relieved Misha. From reading the other stories I
see that Misha isn't the only one who likes to run around crazy-like. We
call it "haulin butt" She does it over the cat who just sits there and
takes it. They are good friends though and you can hear them thundering
around chasing each other upstairs. P.S. I think Pixie and Mona's picture
on this home page is just the cutest!
Submitted by: Gretchen
Pee, short for Peewee, was
my little girl Pom. Three months ago, Peewee had a false pregnancy after
being unsuccessfully bred with my other male Pom. Anyway, Peewee had the
false pregnancy and we thought it was over, but later that night, Peewee
started having seizures. She had about three seizures, before we realized
what was happening and took her to the vet. She was at the vets for two
days before she had a really big one that her sweet little heart could
not take. Losing Peewee was a big loss for my family. Even though she was
my dog, my parents had grown very fond of her over the years. We could
not stand the thought of burying her and none of us could think of a worthy
place, so we all agreed that cremating her would be the best idea. Peewee
now stays in our house, close to us forever. We love and miss her greatly.
Submitted by: Trina
I really miss my baby. Teddy
was a solid black Pom with personality plus. (She's been dead 3 years now.)
Teddy's favorite thing to do was to go swimming. When we owned a swimming
pool, we would hear a splash and know that someone had to go save her.
Her hair would weight her down to the bottom of the 5 ft pool. She, of
course, loved it, but we hated diving into a pool in the middle of winter.
When we moved to Georgia and no longer had a swimming pool, I noticed how
depressed she was when she was outside. I bought her a kiddie pool (no
more jumping in for me!). The first winter there, the pool iced over, but
it didn't stop her. She would lay in the water for hours after she broke
the ice to get in. She would come back in and lay by the heater to get
the ice in her hair to melt. I don't think the water ever reached her skin
with all of that fur! She really was like my child. She knew when she had
been bad, and as soon as I said, "Tedweena" instead of "Teddy," big tears
would roll down her face. How could you stay mad at that? I recently started
looking for another black female Pomeranian, but none of the puppies have
reminded me of her. The personality is just not there, and I don't want
to accept anything less than a lifetime companion.
Submitted by: Julie
We love Luna so much.
In Pom language that's "We wuv Buna baby so much." It's embarrassing,
how I feel about my Buna. Does a professional woman speak baby talk
to her dog? I confess, it's true. She is a classy, CUTE (as one of
the other people wrote - the CUTENESS just, bang, smacks you in the face),
smart, funny, LOVEABLE, LOVING, GOOD, little individual. When we
began looking for a dog we decided small. I love big dogs, but it's
like having livestock in your home. We researched all the small breeds
and decided on a Pom. What an excellent decision. Luna is the best
dog I've ever met, and I've met a lot of great dogs. Some of her
wonderful traits include...Her favorite toy is a sheepskin look alike little
man. We call it Baby. We'll say, "Where's your baby?
Get your baby," and she does. She loves her "Circus Dog Treats."
Thusly titled because she will stand on her hind legs and sort of twirl
and flip when we say "Circus Dog" which you can't say unless you're prepared
to give her the goods. We call them "CDs" when we don't want her
to go spastic. When she does this hind leg walking thing, all she
needs is a tutu and she could run away and join a circus. Another one of
her "tricks" is when she goes out in her yard. I'll start singing,
"Go Speed Luna.." (to the tune of "Go Speed Racer," the old Japanese cartoon),
and she will race around the yard with a joyful look on her face.
Sometimes I throw in another song, "La la la Luna" (to the tune of Ch ch
ch chia pet). She loves to zip around the yard and has associated
these songs to zipping. When sweet little Luna doesn't like something,
she simply doesn't look at it. Such is the case with Matilda, my
friends Mastiff. If Luna doesn't see Matilda then she simply isn't
there. Luna secretly likes Boris, my sister's Chihauhau. He
is VERY obnoxious but Luna will hang out with him for quite awhile before
deciding she's had enough and pops out her doggie door, which stupid Boris
has still not figured out. Luna is very gentle and expects (and gets)
the same treatment. She loves to be held but you cannot "Swoosh"
her. She expects to be picked up in an orderly fashion and you must
patiently await her to get in the proper picking up position. Anyway,
I do get long-winded, so I'll stop there. I could go on and on and
on. Your Web page is beautifully done. I've enjoyed it.
Submitted by: Esther
Hi! I am 14 years old
and I am a true Pom lover! I own 1 pom, her name is Princess.
I have had her a year and I love her a little bit more every day!
I got Princess when she was 9 weeks old. It was love at first sight!
She was the second smallest in the little of 4 pom pups. When we arrived
there were only 2 puppies left for sale. I picked Princess because
she kept licking me. She smelled like warm milk and baby powder. (Ahhh!
The sweet smell of baby puppies!) The day I brought Princess home
was the best day of my life because I was bringing home a little friend
to share my life with! I love Princess very much and will continue
to love her even when she is gone.
Submitted by: Craig
The joy of my life died on
June 12, 1997. Missy got ran over by a car. This was always my biggest
fear. She had the Pomeranian prance. Everyday when I would come home, she
would sit outside the bathroom door when I took a shower. She loved going
for rides in the car. She only new one trick called sitting pretty. She
had one toy that she loved to play with. It was a soft Frisbee shaped toy
that she would pick up and then would drop it in front of me and bark at
me to throw it. She was my first dog and I will always love her.
Submitted by: Suzie
My baby's name is Mollie
and she has been with me for nearly 13 years now, since I was 12 years
old. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without her and
I don't really wanto as she is the one who has been with me through thick
and thin. I have many cute and funny stories about Mollie but I think
the funniest habit she has is when she sings............yes she sings no
lie!! The first time it happened was when the Brady Bunch came on
television and they all sang the Brady theme song, she just sang right
along in tune. I thought perhaps she just liked that particular song because
after that every day she would sing along to the Brady Bunch. But
it seems she has a thing about children singing or chanting and just has
to join in. I discovered this while I was in the bathroom one day
getting myself ready for work and Pink Floyd's "Brick in the Wall" song
came on the radio, suddenly she started singing her little heart out, it's
so funny to watch. She doesn't howl like a normal dog, she turns
her head from side to side and moves her little lips to the words keeping
right in tune the whole time. She won't leave the television or radio
until the song is completely finished and at the end of each performance
she gives a little bark as if to say "FINISHED!" I've never seen anything
like it. She now has a number of songs in her repertoire which she loves
to perform including Humphrey Bear, I just wish I had a video camera to
catch it all on!! I'm sure Mollie thinks she is a cat as she has
grown up with cats, she cleans herself like one and she even cleans other
cats! Yet she is not at all afraid of other dogs which is quite funny
sometimes, no matter how big and mean they may be she is never deterred.
Just last week when I took her for a walk she ended up chasing 2 rottweillers
off, and would you believe they ran?! My baby sleeps on my bed with
me every night and as I have read in a few of these other stories it seems
Poms have some very funny little bed time rituals and Mollie is no exception.
When the time comes I say "going bo bo's now?" she looks at me excitedly
and when I go to pick her up to put her in the bed she rolls over on her
back as if to say "I'm not getting up, you haveto scoop me up!" so
every night I ever so carefully scoop her up while she is lying there on
her back, legs in the air with a little cheeky grin on her face.
Once we get into the bed is a different story though!! She usually
sleeps at the bottom of the bed or to the side of me, and if I move
during the night GOD HELP ME! She growls at me as if to say "how dare you
move and wake me!" so I am frightened to move in my own bed.
She's definitely the boss of the house and knows how to get what she wants,
and I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm so glad I am not the only one
who is ga ga over their poms!!!!!
Submitted by: Anthony
D. Johnson & J. Stewart Singleton
Christmas of 1996 changed
our lives forever. That was the day that a 1.9 pound monster entered our
home. She did everything wrong and then used a secret weapon against
us....CUTE! There is no defense for CUTE! Well, Ms. Scarlett
was our first pom and since she had to be "home alone" while we were at
work, she let us know that she needed company. Enter Sugar Belle, a 5-pound
3 year old young lady, who of course, is a retired breeding dog and needed
to be housebroken. Just as we were getting used to not having to shampoo
the carpet regularly, along comes another little one who uses the same
weapon as the other, CUTE! I will admit that I love these little
ones more than I could have ever imagined. They make me mad, but one thing
about Poms....I have had many different breeds in my lifetime. Poms are
the only dog I have ever seen that will actually smile and when you come
home after a long day at the office they grin and say "How was your day....TAKE
US OUT NOW WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOREVER!" Demanding, beautiful, and cute
what a wonderful combination!!
Submitted by: Anne
My sweet pom (muffin) was
taking to dog heaven to be mated. When we came home, the phone rang, they
said that Muffin wouldn't let the dog touch her. Instead she would snap
at the dog. So we went to get Muffin. When we got there she was barking
at all the dogs (even the pit bulls, and Rottweilers) all I could do is
laugh. My dog is a grouchy thing but I love her still.
Submitted by: Nicole
My little sweet cake always
makes me happy.
She knows when I am sad
And when I am sad she licks
my tears and lays by my feet and keeps them warm.
And everytime I say Walka
Walka Boom she thinks it's time for a walk.
YEP! Thats my Pom Sweet
Submitted by: L.Bergman
My Zsa-Zsa will be a year
old on March 21,1998. We bought her at 8 weeks old. I have always wanted
a Pom (because as a child we had one and she ran away from us when we were
in a car accident, her name was Candy). I bought Zsa-Zsa from my neighbor
2 houses down, and she is such a delight. She always sleeps with us and
she sleeps on her back with her legs up in the air. She is very spoiled
and will only eat if you stay with her beside her dish. When she was younger,
she would only eat if you put it on her cushion. My husband works shift
work so when he leaves at night. She brings her toys to him to play fetch
and always has to give a lick on his cheek before he goes. Now that it
is winter she is'nt out much with the snow, so she sits on the stairs waiting
for me to come back from taking the kids to school. We brought in an orphaned
5 week old kitten that we named Pepper. Zsa -Zsa took over as Mom, she
washes Pepper and Pepper thinks she is nursing on Zsa-Zsa, as Pepper purrs
and snuggles. They are my babies. She likes to help with laundry by unfolding
my piles of clean clothes, runs about the house shaking it in her teeth,
because she wants my attention.
Submitted by: Dewanto
I bought a new baby boy Pom,
his name is Fluffy. At first I had a hard time with him, house training
him and finding what food he likes. But now, I love him a lot...more and
more everyday. He is so cute, so lovely, and adorable. Even when my friends
asked to buy him, I refused it. Everyone loves him. He cheers me up when
I'm lonely. I often bring him places that I go. He likes to play a lot
with people. He is so friendly. Can't wait to see him grow up..
Submitted by: Arduth
I have a new Pom puppy 10
weeks old. I also have 2 older Poms. Uno who is 6 yrs has the attitude
if you ignore it, it doesn't exist. So as much as Dickens trys he can'
get Uno to play with him. My bitch Leeza is too exuberant to play with
him. I try to keep him occupied, but just run out of things for him
to do. I also have a Cockatiel named Herbie (the love bug) who is loose
in the house when the dogs are outside. Uno can be in with him, as usual
he ignores Herbie. I had the baby Dickens in and forgot about Herbie. Herbie
decided to take a walk around the living room, not the wisest thing to
do! Dickens is much smaller than Herbie, but thought he had died
and gone to heaven! A new toy! Boy oh Boy a toy that runs and squaks.
By the time I had chased both of them all over the living room, Herbie
had lost a few feathers and Dickens had this big grin on his little Pom
face, that was the most fun since he had come to live with me!!!!
Sumitted by: Barbara
When I was very very small,
my grandma had a beautiful little Pom. Her name was Rikkie, when she had
pups, all the grandkids played with them. One day Rikkie went outside and
when she came in there was something wrong with her eye, and she fussed
when we put her in with her pups so we took her to the vet and we learned
something had poked her in the eye. After a few days, we went to pick her
up and on the way home, cousin John fell out of the car. It was a few minutes
before Rikkie barked to let us know John was gone. Well as luck would have
it, the 1940s cars didn't go too fast and John wasn't hurt too bad. It
was then I knew a pom was the dog for me. Now my Nikki is growing old just
Submitted by: Naomi
I have "nine" live loves,
my Poms. The little creatures of joy never cease to amaze me. They all
differ in personality so much. Some are so needy where others are so independent.
But what they all have in common is that they are "all" loved and wanted.
I took some of them in to find them homes, oh I found them a home all right..
mine! I have one, her name is Nellie. My friend brought her to my home
one day to see if I could find her a home. Well she took one look a me,
hid behind me, and proceeded to growl at anyone that came near me, so I
guess this Pom picked her own human .. ME !! She had been abused by the
people who bought her and the breeder took her back. After several weeks
at the vets .. she is almost pain free from the back problems she has from
being kicked. She will always have problems especially when she runs too
much, then she knows it's "crate" time. She goes into her huge crate and
is babied for a few days. She knows the routine now and is never afraid
of it. Her dog friends, especially Mr.Mosley, stay by her crate and give
her doggie kisses through the bars. Every time I look at her I think, I
am so happy "she" found me. My Poms range from three to thirteen pounds
- some of great breeding and some of not-so-great breeding. It doesn't
matter, they all need love - and I give them as much love as they give
Submitted by: Tina
When my husband and I picked
out our Pom, we made the best decision of our lives. I am an animal person,
but have always been partial to big dogs and wasn't thrilled with the idea
of a little one. My husband insisted we could only get a small dog. Ever
since, Snickerdoodle has amazed me with his winning personality and loving
nature. He is an odd dog to say the least (and from reading the other stories,
I see most Poms are); but everyone loves him. Who can resist those big
eyes when he brings over a toy to play fetch with, and who can't laugh
when he tries to take down our cats who out weigh him by 5 pounds and can
just shake him off. His most recent achievement is agility classes. He
has so much fun and has now figured out how to jump and climb on everything,
including the furniture. He can now get almost anywhere the cats can (much
to the cats concern). I am now a thoroughly-devoted Pom person and am planning
to own several more. We just recently acquired our second dog, a Pomeranian/Dachshund
mix, from the local animal shelter. Watching them play tag in the backyard
is now the joy of my day. Too anyone reading this who does not already
own a Pom, I cannot express myself enough, GET A POM!!! They are the most
wonderful pets. Since I began working at the animal shelter a year ago,
we have had several come in, and not a single one has been bad tempered
or vicious. I suggest getting one from a shelter or rescue organization.
And, SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR PETS.
Submitted by: Samantha
My pom Peanut is the sweetest
most luvy-duvy doggie I've ever met. This dog will jump up on you and literally
throw herself into your lap. But one year ago, we didn't think she
would live past 3 years. You see one day while we were letting her outside
to go to the bathroom, she darted across the street to meet a squirrel.
When we saw where she was headed, we started screaming her name to come
back, but it was too late. Our precious puppy had gotten hit by a car.
I ran over to her, and was horrified, she was laying limply on her side,
and covered in blood. That was the most horrifying sight I have ever seen.
Luckily the man who hit her stopped, and we rushed her straight to the
Vet.There we found out that the car had just grazed her, but she flew and
hit her head very hard on the curb. And when the doctor told us that
she might be brain damaged, we couldn't believe it. So we asked to see
her, and all the poor thing could do was walk in circles to her left. The
doctor told us that only time would tell if she would recover. So we waited
and waited, and it seemed that whenever we were out there visiting her,
she would show improvement. By that time two days had passed and the doctor
allowed us to take her home to see if she would recover better there. Luckily,
being home did help and after about 3 days she jumped up onto a chair and
walked straight and we realized that she was finally getting better. Thank
God for that, because I don't know how we would live without her (and our
other pom Pepper). And now, we have our happy family back in order, puppies
Submitted by: Gretchen
Joyner [One of our younger story tellers]
My Pom Peewee is so adorable.
She loves everyone so much. Whenever we would get a new pet she would just
love to play with them even if they didn't really want to. Anyway, one
day we ended up getting a very friendly mother cat with two kittens. Well,
the mother cat and Peewee were kind of on the edge with each other but
somehow Peewee managed to sneak one of the kittens away from the mother.
We looked for the kitten for a long time, and finally found it in my closet.
What Peewee had done was; stolen the kitten, carried it into the closet,
and she then licked it totally wet. Then she would run out of the closet
long enough to look innocent and then run back in to lick the kitten again.
She had us all fooled. What a funny girl.
Submitted by: Maria
I have an adorable little
pom called Pepita(or Pepsi for short). She's black and she looks just like
a sled dog. She loves going for long walks.Often my family and I go hiking
on a mountain near us (we live in Hong Kong) she usually goes with us and
we are often tired long before her so she runs ahead of us and while we
are almost dying of thirst and need for rest she is longing for more!!!
And even when she does get tired she keeps going until WE stop!!!
I would like to write to
other pom owners my age (12).
Submitted by: Esther
Princess is my little fur
baby! She is a year old and very sweet! I love her very much!
She is Orange-Tan with Cream highlights. She has these BIG soft brown
eyes and a cute little curly-Q tail that wiggles whenever she sees me.
She loves to play "Tag," "Chase-me-while-I'm-riding-my-bike game," and
"Bark at strangers." Princess has to sleep with me or else!
She defends my room from my brothers and hogs the bed most of the time.
Sometimes Princess gets on my nerves but in the end I still love her.
We are best of friends. Lately I've been thinking of getting another
Pom to add to my small family, however Poms are so expensive. I am
thinking of adopting one. I know Princess would love a playmate and
I sure wouldn't mind having another fur baby running around! If you
know anyone (in the Syracuse or Ithica, NY area) who has a Pom that they
can't or don't want to keep please contact me. I am also interested
in talking to other people (ages 14 and up; younger is OK too) who own
Poms. P.S. I love this website! I spend about 40% of
my Online time here. LOL
Submitted by: Keith
Over the summer, I have been
trying to get my pom, Jenna, interested in swimming
in my mother's pool, but she refuses to get in. Last weekend, my
fiancee and I went camping and we brought Jenna with us. One afternoonwe
went down to a river and while my fiancee was wading in the ice-coldwater,
Jenna followed him in. We could not believe our eyes. She was swimming
like it was nothing. Jenna happily swam back and forth. She really
enjoyed the freezing cold water. We had to take a picture
just to prove itreally happened. The only thing bad about her swimming
in the river was that she smelled like fish afterwards.
Submitted by: Sarah
My beloved Pomeranian is
10 years old but as any Pom owner knows, these dogs don't age; they remain
as peppy and active as when they were puppies. I taught my dog how to dance.
Sadly, he only does it for treats! When he sees a treat in my hand and
I ask him to dance, he gets up on his hind legs and turns around
(he can turn around at least half a dozen times before coming down on all
fours!). One thing I have never succeeded in doing is how to convince my
dear yet rebellious Pom that baths are actually beneficial for him! Whenever
he sees me with the towels and his dog combs in my hands, he makes a dash
for it ("hydrophobic" little daredevil!). He usually runs to the
bedrooms and hides under the beds where he knows it is difficult to get
him! Another bad yet cute habit of his is when I sweep the kitchen floor
or do the vaccuming around the house. As a puppy, we did a terrible
mistake in letting him relish rib bones left over from a barbecue. He would
drag these bones all over the house to our dismay and his "wolf instinct"
would possess him. He growled and showed his fangs to us when we
tried to take the bones away so out of fear of being bitten we used a broom
to take them away-so to this day he is still resentful to any brooms that
he sees ( we usually have to put him in another room so we can do the work
Submitted by: Stella
We have a black & tan,
one-year old male Pom named Frisco, and a six-month old, orange female
Pom named Jazzi! Frisco is always the first to get into the bed at night.
He already has the blankets pulled back before my husband and I get into
the bed. He does this by first knocking the pillows out of his way. Then
he jumps up and down by kicking the end of the blanket like he is hiking
a football. Once the blankets are pulled down he then turns around in circles
trying to find a comfortable position in the blankets, with his head resting
on the pillow. It's usually my side of the bed. My parents think that I
should video this and sent it to America's Funniest Video. It is
comical to see. No one believes us until they see it for themselves. Right
now we only have to worry about sharing the bed with Frisco. Jazzi is still
sleeping in her crate. They are two of the most adorable, sweetest, intelligent
little fur balls I know and my heart fills with love every time I think
Submitted by: Catherine
On April 18 of 1998, my daring
little pom made a risky leap out of the car. Although the car was
in park, the impact of such a jump of a 7 pound pom broke his leg in two
different places. For awhile, he couldn't even go to the bathroom
without help and he had to be spooned food. The vet even told us
he wouldn't be able to walk for at least 8 weeks. But did that stop
our pom? Yeah right!!! Within two days of his injury, he was back
into gear. He managed a trifling three legged trot and he could use the
bathroom without help. Today, he is still making progress! Our 7
pound pom really surprised everyone!
Submitted by: Unknown
One of my most outstanding
girls is my foundation bitch, "Razz". She is the most maternal dog
I have ever seen. Two years ago, while visiting a kennel where they had
a little two-pound Pomeranian named "House Mouse" she demonstrated this.
I was sitting on the floor crosslegged with Mouse on my lap. A stray kitten
recently adopted was also on my lap. Razz sat quietly next to me on her
best behaviour with strangers in a strange place. The kitten bit Mouse
in the rear end and she screamed, went up two feet in the air and hit the
floor running, the kitten in hot pursuit. By the time the kitten had cornered
Mouse, Razz was there with curled lip and low growl in between them. In
order to get to Mouse, the kitten was going to have to go through Razz-all
this from a dog who had not even had a litter yet. Since then she has had
two puppy bitches who are now 20 mos. old and she still cleans their faces
every morning-one is bigger than her! But the most recent incident was
the worst. My Papillon bitch gave birth to a singleton puppy. All mothers
and babies sleep in my room in their kennels in a birthing cage for their
privacy and protection but I can look over from the bed to check on everyone.Well
this baby is the most vocal thing I have ever heard and spent the first
two nights singing even in her sleep. I know this because every time she
cried, Razz stood on my chest and looked at me till I was awake or licked
me in the face if I didn't wake up fast enough. She then stared at me,
stared at the baby's cage, back at me, back at the cage--"Are you going
to do something about that baby or can I?" is exactly the message she was
giving me. Thankfully the problem was solved by a heating pad from the
next night on and a badly needed good night's sleep was had by all. Her
daughter and Razz are expecting puppies soon, so hopefully she will have
her own babies again to pay attention to and quit trying to help me raise
everyone else's. If I pick that puppy up there are two whiners fussing
at me still.
Submitted by: Ashley
I got my Pomeranian Feburary
28, 1997. He was born December 18, 1996. His name is Rocket. He is so cute,
funny and has a great personality. Every time he lays down he's paws are
always crossed over each other, when he is sleeping or just laying down.
He always acts like a little gentlemen. Rocket now weighs 5.2 pounds and
acts like he is so tough. Every time the doorbell rings Rocket starts barking
and having a fit. He will bark at anyone. Then, when someone puts their
hand down to pet him, he's tail will go between his legs and he will practically
run away from them. He'll bark at anyone but when they make a fast move
or try to pet him he is so scared. Rocket is a very funny dog.
Submitted by: Charles
Our dog's name is Roland,
but we often call him Bug or Rollbug. Some of his weird habits is that
when he gets overlyexcited,
he will tear around our house as fast as he can, so fast that his springy
little tail flies out behind him. He has a favorite toy called "Weasel".
All he ever does is play with his Weasel. It came off of one of those Weezl
Ballz, or something. It is slimy, horrible, and smells putrescent. We have
washed it before, but it came out looking worse than ever. He won't let
anyone go byebye without him and sometimes he will chase my feet around
Submitted by: Amy
A little lady my pom is not!
Lady is 14 weeks old and is a complete terror. She is lucky if she weighs
2 pounds and she is just as cute as could be. I also have a 70 pound black
lab named Sugar. Lady just loves to get Sugar to chase her. If Sugar has
a toy, and Lady decides that she wants it, she will march right up to Sugars
face to steal the toy. When Sugar growls to express her feelings, Lady
will go for the rear attack. She sneaks around to Sugars tail, gives it
a good tug and a bite. Sugar then spins around in a frenzy to bite Lady
for it, but Lady has already run back around front and stole the toy. Sugar,
mad about the event will chase Lady around the house until she gets Lady
to lose the toy she stole. When Sugar grabs the toy from the floor and
thinks she won, Lady comes out of no where only to latch onto Sugars' tail
and dangles there. In an effort to shake her off, Sugar runs around in
a circle. But Lady is still hanging on. She rides her tail just like the
swings at the fair. My little Lady is such a trouble maker. But she has
been the best laugh I have ever had.
Submitted by: Deborah
My Rosie is a little over
two years old. She was a surprise birthday gift for me. My family new I
loved my friends Pom so they got me Rosie. My 10 year old daughter went
to the store with me and saw a little rubber yellow toy. It is a webble
or something, well Rosie will not be without it. She carries it everywhere.
She wants us to throw it. She sets it by our feet and cries until we throw
it. She will not go anywhere without it. We tried buying a purple one but
she didn't like it, we tried an orange one but no luck. Rosie had a litter
of puppies four months ago, 4 of them, 3 lived and the toy was always there
with her and the babies. When the babies got bigger, they would grab the
toy and she just looked confused. The puppies have all been sold and Rosie
still loves her toy.
Submitted by: Christine
Recently, we added a new
pom to our life, Puffy. He is a 3 pound pom with cream color hair.
He is so funny because he tries to act like Mr. Big man whenever another
90 pound dog comes over. He tries to puff himself up so he looks
really big and he just barks until the bigger dog goes away. A few
days ago he sent a big lab sky rocketing back to his own yard.
Submitted by: Nyal
Dead garter snakes on the
doorstep, UGH!!!! Where were they coming from? With a little detective
work, the culprit was soon discovered! Roxie, (Roxies Red Sable Fox) was
caught "red handed" with the evidence in tow. The good lord only
knows why she decided to deposit her finds on the doorstep! I'm so
thankful that we don't have any poisonous snakes (rattlers, water moccs,
etc.) in the area. She has also tried to take on a 'coon (which was
quickly dispatched with the trusty 22). Seems that Poms fancy themselves
to be a LOT bigger than they really are!
Submitted by: Tony
A number of years ago while
at the Adelaide Royal Show, our Pomeranian (Ch. Altanya
Honey Mead) had just won the "Bitch Challenge" and we were relaxing
by the benches. Honey was fast asleep in my arms with her legs straight
up whilst I rubbed her tummy. A dear old soul said to me, "You must love
your dogs." I looked her straight in the eye and said, "To be quite honest
I can't stand the sight of them." Taken back a bit she said, "Well what
are you doing here?" " Well I've got to do something with the week ends,"
I told her. "You're an odd chap," she said as she walked away.
Submitted by: Elise
Ruffles was an adorable,
loving, 5lb ball of orange fluff -- and incredibly stubborn. My husband
thought he might enjoy training this little girl, and took her to basic
obediance class. As soon as he put her leash on, she froze.
She wouldn't move a single mussle voluntarily. The instructor suggested
he ignore this and try the heel excercise. A few minutes later I
heard the instructor yelling at him to stop (I was working with another
dog) and looked over in time to see my husband reluctantly, but dutifully,
dragging Ruffles across the floor --- the little dog had managed to flip
on her back and had all four paws stiffly held in the air! For three weeks
Ruffles refused to move on a leash. My husband gave up the idea of doing
obediance with any dog, but I felt giving in on this issue would create
a small, fluffy monster. Finally, I deprived the dog of both breakfast
and dinner and offered her a favorite treat if she would walk across the
room to get it while wearing her leash. She had to think it over
for two full minutes. Reluctantly, and very stiffly and slowly she
walked over to get her treat. After that she was fine with training.
She certainly loved to show. In fact, Ruffles managed to finish her CD
in 3 out of 4 tries.
Submitted by: Giselle
On Christmas Eve of 1997,
my family (I'm 13) was reading the Night Before Christmas, at my Grandparents
house. After finishing up the story, I placed Ruggs' present (Snausages)
under the tree wrapped in tennis ball paper. I snatched up my fluffball
and prepared to go upstairs. Just then, my Aunt said to Ruggs "Oh, what
a sweetie!" My uncle rolled his eyes. Four cookies later, everyone began
talking about 'stuff'. Ruggs, particulary bored that my Aunt stopped gushing
over him, marched over and automatically lifted his leg. "Ruggs!" I yelped,
thinking he was about to business over her leg. But instead, he started
kicking my Aunt! I suppose this is his way of scratching his leg.To this
day, he still does this funny antic.
We own a Pom named Sadie
who is a dog of many talents. We used to own a cat named Gypsie, she unfortunately
wasn't spayed, so after her first outing we had three kittens. Gypsie wouldn't
let anything come near the kittens (cats or dogs). But Sadie was the babysitter!
Gypsie let her jump right in with her kittens and they would change "shifts"
after Gypsie had rested up. I think Sadie is a great Pom and a really good
babysitter. P.S. PLEASE SPAY OR NEUTER YOUR CAT OR DOG!!!!!
Sadie is a very spirited
Pom. Last winter we left some grain out for the deer. Sadie chose to behave
like any good guard dog when the first 20 arrived. We forgot she was out
until we saw her chase all the deer back into the bush near our home. She
has been a herder ever since. The following spring our neighbors cows broke
loose and headed over to our field. Sadie ran straight for them, she stopped
about 50 yards away and started yapping. Soon the herd fled back to their
own field. Naturally she came back puffed up with pride. So you can say
that Poms aren't herding dogs, but my Sadie is an exception!
Submitted by: Gloria
This all started because
of all the other dogs we owned lived outside the house and some how they
would come up missing. So we decided to get a small dog to live in the
house. We named her Sasha. She was so small, I could not believe
it but she could stand in the palm of my hand. She was just like one of
my kids, but she had no fear of anything. What scared me most was the cat
we had. She had brought home rabbits bigger than she was. But they got
along just fine, even better, they mothered each other. They were the best
of friends. She went every where we went, you couldn't go out the door
without her or she would let you know it. There were times we did have
to leave her, but if you didn't pick up the garbage before you left she
would get in to it to let you know that she wasn't happy. Sasha loved to
go out in the boat. People would come up to her and say how pretty and
sweet she was and how much she would look like a drowned rat when she was
wet; she loved the water but not a bath. I could go on and on about her;
but this is about a little dog who had no fear. Sasha had no fear against
any thing: dogs, cats, even cows for as little as she was. But because
of that she lost here life because two dogs got ahold of her. I love her
and I will miss her very much.
Submitted by: Christy
Three years ago my husband
and I started talking about getting a dog. We decided we should get two
dogs so they could keep each other company. I wanted a Pomeranian, but
he didn't so we agreed that I would get a Pom and he could get another
breed. I contacted a breeder who had Poms for sale and she had two black
female Poms left. I told her I was definitely interested in buying one
of them. She lived a ways from us so she agreed to meet us halfway. Before
my husband and I left to bring home our new arrival he agreed that if she
gave us a good deal we could buy both puppies. To make sure that I left
the negotiations up to him he brought along a certain amount of money and
said "If she will give us both of them for this price we'll take them if
not, we will just get one." We arrived and she brought out both puppies.
They were so cute just little black cotton-balls! So much for negotiations!
I whipped out my checkbook and asked "HOW MUCH!?" We ended up spending
a little more than planned but neither my husband nor I have ever regretted
it for a second! We left with both of "our girls" and have lived happily
ever after since.
Submitted by: Nina
Shike never was a DOG, he
always tried to emulate our young son, so we thought of him as our other
boy with fur. At 15 years, Shike began to fail in health. Although
I saw some of the aging signs, I never suspected he was as ill as he was.
The doctors just said "He's getting older." Since Shike always went to
work with me on Fridays (we took walks and picnics in the park), it was
natural to take him into PetSmart too. Riding in the child's seat
of the basket we started for the store entrance when we were stopped by
a motorist exiting the parking lot. She wanted to know if Shike was
a Pom and I responded in the affirmative. She asked if we would be
interested in adopting another one. It seemed she had taken a female
Pom from the rescue and their apartment manager had asked them to get rid
of her. Since I already had a Pom, chihuahua and blind collie, I
did not want another dog, but took the lady's name and address. WHY??
When Shike and I left PetSmart, I asked him if he was interested in stopping
by the lady's house to see the other dog. (Even though you may find it
strange for an intelligent woman to communicate with her boy-dog, Shike
would respond too. We always understood each other.) Of course
she was only a dog, but he was interested and we stopped by the residence
on our way home. WHY?? The poor dog was scraggly, underweight
and seemed to have no personality at all, other than carefully guarding
the lady and her 3 children. But Shike was taken with her from the
first. He wanted to take her home. WHY?? Knowing I shouldn't
be doing this (my husband would have a heart-attack with my bringing home
ANOTHER dog!), but I agreed to take her on the premise she could adjust
to the 3 dogs and 6 cats (I find it so hard to say NO to a homeless animal).Shelby,
with no car edicate at all, made the trip home with us, and much to my
surprise she was immediately loved by all (husband, son, dogs, AND cats.
She now has 2 cats all her own.) But most of all Shike allowed her
the unheard of privilege of sharing his sleeping mat, or the bed, and taking
care of me. Without being obtrusive, Shelby became part of our household.AT
Easter, 2 months after getting Shelby, Shike staggered to my feet and passed
away quietly. Shelby allowed me time to hold him and grieve on my own for
the rest of the day, and then she became my love, my protection, and the
angel Shike had seen in her, but I missed because of my blind love for
him. I miss Shike so much, even after two years without
him. It's hard to put aside 15 years of devotion, love, and understanding
a friend and companion can give you, but in his love for me, he chose a
fitting replacement. My baby doll is loved by all. Thank you
Shike. I still love you.
Submitted by: Roxanne
Her full name was Roxy's
Sweet Jasmine Delight (Jazzy, we called her). Her life was way toshort,
but oh so SWEET. I got her as an Easter gift from my husband, it
was love at first sight! She had a personality out
of this world. Jazzy loved water. I could go on for hours and pages about
her, but the funniest one I recall is: My husband
was doing a job in Plymoth, IN (he's a carpenter), and it just
so happened the house was on a lake. So I took Jazzy and Tabu (our German
Shepherd, they were inseparatable) with us to this
job. I planned to do some fishing while hubby was hard at work.Well needless
to say I got no fishing done, as each time I'd cast my pole, Jazzy and
Tabu would leap into the water and swim out to the
bobber. So I gave up fishing and took off the hook so I could play
cast and fetch with my two pals. We had a grand old time.
Hubby was watching from the windows when he got the
chance and said he too wished he'd had a video camera as we were hilarious.
We felt much grief and heart-wrenching pain when Jazzy was hit and killed
last year. To make matters all the worse, she was
into her fifth week of pregnancy. Still to this day, I think of her often
and it brings a smile to my face and tears to my eyes
for all the joy she brought to me. I once read somewhere that,as well as
challenges, life brings us lessons. This was a very hard one to learn.
FENCE YOUR YARDS!!! I have since purchased a
few more Poms and have decided to give it a whirl in the show ring.
Hope to see some of you there. Drop me a line or visit my web site if you
please. Till then, enjoy your Poms, treasure them
dearly, and PLEASE be a responsible pet owner! SPAY/NEUTER,
Don't learn the hard way.
Submitted by: Rebecca
We had Cobi for almost two
years before we decided to add a second dog. We thought he'd be thrilled
to have someone of his size, since the cats openly despised him. We even
took him to the breeder's house to look at the puppies. At first he seemed
happy with our choice, she was an adorable little girl with cream colored
fur. But a few days after she came home, he began growling at her every
time she came near him. We finally had to keep them separated in different
rooms, the only contact they had was when we took them out to potty. Well
this went on for many months, poor Tessa thinking her adoptive brother
hated her. Then one day, I was outside with the two of them, when a strange
dog entered our yard. It came after Tessa! I was trying to get both my
dogs in the house without getting bit when Cobi went right up to this huge
dog, growling and snarling, and the dog ran away, never to be seen again!
Afterward Cobi came over to Tessa and nudged and licked her to see if she
was o.k. Apparently he really does like her after all.
Submitted by: Sung-Hee
Today I like to talk about
my adopted daughter "Song-Song" - Song is not an american name, it's Korean
(it came from Nunsongei which means little snow ball). I got her when I
was 17 yrs old, and she was a 1 month old little puppy. Her mom had died
after delivering her so I got her early. (I collected all my lunch money
for buy her--It took me a 4 yrs to save enough to buy her.) Now I'm 26
years old and she is 9 now. I got her when I was in Korea (my mother land).
I'm an international student here :-) I brought her with me cuz I can't
live without her. She is part of my life and my family. My fiance loves
her also. I'm worried about her because she is getting old. Last year she
had a big surgical operation.(she had a uterus endometrirtis). She coudln't
eat, couldn't stand up, etc. The Dr said she could die in the operartting
room, and she could live about 4 or 5 days more or less. Anyway, we had
the surgery performed, which was our last chance and last hope. Finally
she recovered her health. The Dr said that's incredible. Thank you Dr Shulman
without you, she would be in heaven. After that, I'm scared to lose her.
She is really healthy now but.. you know.. I hope she will stay with me
as long as she can. Song-Song please stay healthy and we really love you
Submitted by: Lynn
I had always been a "BIG
DOG" person -- anything smaller than a pony wasn't of interst. Then
I met Menley Aslin, a red pom who belongs to some friends. I cared
for her for a week while they were out of town, and that was it -- I was
hooked! When I found out that she was pregnant, I was as excited
as my friends and just knew I wouldn't be happy unless I adopted one.
In fact, I was able to get the "pick of the litter" -- although I was the
one that was picked. Sitting in the alcove where Menley and her 4
puppy litter, I watched as one little fellow wiggled over to me, promptly
rolled over on his back, and chewed on my shirt. It was love at first
sight, and it's only gotten bigger! Mulder (for FOX MULDER, of course,
because of his fox-y face) just turned 8 months old and has been the ruler
of our household -- which includes 3 cats, 3 guinea pigs and 1 other dog
-- since he came home at the age of 6 weeks. The highlight of my
weekday is coming home from work to see him hoping up and down at the front
door, a little quivering ball of cream fur waiting to be picked up and
loved. Big dogs? Who needs 'm????
Submitted by: Tina
I wrote a story to you all
a while back and never saw it on the sight. It brought so many memories
back to me I had to write again and hope that it would be printed. We recieved
a miniature pom 3 years ago, his name was Victor. To our sadness
Victor had to put to sleep 1 week after Christmas. He had very bad
seizures and this time it was very upsetting to my children and myself.
We loved him so much, it left an empty spot in my heart. After reading
what I wrote the last time it made me yearn for a new puppy. I have just
purchased a new pom by the name of Snickers he is just like our fat little
buddy Victor but with his own personality and attitude. He has rescued
my heart and started filling in the loneliness I once felt. He has
already become a family member.
Submitted by: Heather
Well, my little baby is all
of six months old now and weighs in at nearly four hefty pounds. Anyway,
she is the princess of the house. Recently, she got a new brother who is
a Miniature Pincher who is now six pounds. Well, even though she is the
princess, she lets him get away with everything from eating her food, to
sleeping in her bed, to letting him grab a hold of her tail and drag her
backward. It is hilarious to see. She just kinda stands there, but one
day he decided to go after her rope toy. Well her rope toy is her very
favorite toy. She will bring it to you every time you sit down and will
drop it over and over again at your feet, until you notice her. Or else
she will pick it up and push it over the edge of the couch so that it is
next to you. One day after letting him get away with everything else (she
still does), he went after her toy and she got soooooo mad she started
barking and growling and chased him outta the room. When he stopped coming
after her toy, she just laid down and let him play again.
Submitted by: Mike
A few weeks ago our Rescue
Captain got a Pomeranian puppy which was quickly adopted by the EMT's at
Oak Hall Rescue. Her name is Button Bearamedic Shelton but we just call
here Beara. We have noticed how she has quickly picked up speed in the
last two weeks. She also had an encounter with another member's hedgehog.
(She now hates hedgehogs.) We realize the traditional mascot in Fire/Rescue
is the beloved Dalmatian, nevertheless, we wouldn't trade "Beara" for 101
Submitted by: Cheryl
I have a 12 pound Pom named
Taz (short for Tasmanian). Before I had bought him, however, I had a rabbit
named Sebastain. Fearful that Taz (even though he was a puppy) would hurt
Sebastain, I thought I would introduce them. Poms, as you know, are extremely
hyper which scared my rabbit. I thought a good way to get them acquainted
was "very slowly." Everyday, I would take my rabbit out of is cage and
hold him on my lap letting Taz sniff him as I petted him showing Taz that
he was also my pet. One day, he got away from me and Taz chased him all
over the house but the rabbit was the smarter one. Taz was chasing him
around the couch and the rabbit just stopped while Taz kept right on going.
By the time Taz realized the rabbit had stopped, I had gotten to him and
taken him to safety.
Another day, I let the rabbit
out in the backyard (I let him out every night so he can get exercise).
He had been out for about an hour and I was busily doing something. Meanwhile
Taz was crying to go out - so I let him out - forgetting Sebastain was
out there. Taz was out for about 20 minutes before I realized the rabbit
was still outside. I ran out only to find Taz had pinned Sebastain in the
corner. I picked up the rabbit, he didn't look hurt. He was okay except
there was some slobber on him.
Submitted by: Hilary
I got Toby in 1996 as a gift
for my 18th birthday. Toby would insist upon following me around and if
I tried doing anything without him, he would find some way to be on my
lap. My mom collects old dolls and some of them were not clothed, so she
asked me to dress them for her. I was down in the basement dressing the
dolls when along came Toby. He did not like it because I was unable to
pet him at the same time, so he kept trying to get on my lap, or find a
way that I would have to put down the dolls. Finally, I said enough is
enough and decided to put him in one of the sleepers that was there. Not
only did he not fight with me about being put in a sleeper, Toby laid back
in my arms, and slept there like a little baby. My mom took a picture of
him in the sleeper and it is one of my favorite pictures of my little baby.
Toby is now almost two years old and the joy of my life.
Submitted by: Barbara
Toto is not my dog now; in
fact, I had him for only one week! Toto was the first rescue Pom I took
into my home. Our first knowledge of him was his five-week stay in a big-city
pound. They said he was probably ten years old, and was so dirty they had
to shave him entirely. An animal rescue league had him for two weeks, and
decided that he had kennel cough, so they finally called Pomeranian Rescue.
I took a "sick" dog with much hesitation, but took him straight to my vet
who diagnosed major bad teeth. We cleaned them and pulled eight teeth,
thus stopping the cough and raising his energy level enough to classify
him as probably five or six years old. He had a skin problem that made
his skin look dirty, and will have to have tar shampoo baths to keep the
problem down. I found that he was paper-trained, and was starting to housebreak
him when the perfect family came along, as it always seems to--people who
wanted an indoor-only pet. He was already neutered, so he was able to go
home with these loving people, and now--five months later--is just beautiful.
RESCUE IS ITS OWN REWARD!
Submitted by: Nicole
My dog gets so excited on
trips. Lacy runs to the automobile and, poof, she is in the car or van
in less than a second. When we are on the road, she lays down and goes
to sleep, but when we go to places and buy her treats, she's up and ready.
Of course we don't give her all of her treats at once, but if we don't
let her have a treat, she will fight for food. When we are out some place,
Lacy jumps up and down like a happy joyful dog should, and even though
she gets used to things, she is still a lively one. When we go back home,
she does the same thing again and that is how Lacy is on her first trips.
Submitted by: Giselle
In June 1995, we purchased
my baby Ruggs (or little stinker, as my dad calls him). During the following
winter we decided to take Ruggs for his first skating experience since
we live on a lakefront. He was terrified of it and wouldn't come on to
the ice, but when we left him on the bank, he would start to wimper!! So,
my 8 year old brother ran up to the garage and came down with our red toboggen.
He brought it down on the ice and I helped him position Ruggs on the sled.
At first, I skated slowly on the ice so Ruggs wouldn't get scared, but
gradually I began skating faster. He loved it. As years passed, Ruggs began
coming on the ice himself. He even plays hockey with my dad and my brother,
if you can call stealing the puck as playing. But if we ever decide to
take a ride on the hill, Ruggs is the first to jump on the sled and zoom
down the hill.
by: Susann Philbrook
Web Site: http://pages.prodigy.com/pomathon/pomerama.htm
Some time ago, I learned
that many of my Poms were obsessed by water coming out of a garden house.
First there is Freddy, who the minute I turn the hose on (to wet anything)
instantly springs to attention and is in hot pursuit of that mysterious
stream of water that he just can't seem to catch. Freddy's daughter, Dilly,
has developed the same habit only she would rather collapse from exhaustion
than give up the chase to catch that perplexing water! All of this interest
in the water sometimes gets the better of the other Poms and their curiosity
can no longer be contained. So they all join in the "chase," but it doesn't
take them long to see that the best they can accomplish is getting soaking
wet with no prize to be had. More recently, "Rey" has joined Dilly on a
regular basis to chase the water. Rey is even more amusing since she has
decided to short cut all of this running business and starts leaping in
the air (not even in the right direction of the water) in an effort to
catch that liquid prize. All of this leads to my amusement as I watch them
running around in a synchronized display that rivals an Ester Williams
water ballet, only on dry land. I can make them do figure eights, as well
as other synchronized moves across the lawn. There is, of course, the unpredictability
of just when Rey is going to feel like taking another short cut and go
flying into the air in a most unusual way.
It makes me laugh to the
point of tears.
Submitted by: Jessica
When Lacey was a baby she
was very quiet. I think Lacey is the best pomerianian because she
doesn't run away and when a squirrel crosses our fence she doesn't bark
but she is still scared. When Lacey was about five years old she
was starting to get a white muzzle I though she was cute with a white
muzzle. When she started to grow up, she got a little bigger than
she was suppose to, but she is still very cute and she is very nice.
I think she is the best dog ever in the world to me.
Submitted by: Diana
I could swear that something
has been swallowing up my socks for the past few months. I know that I
put the clothes in the hamper, they go into the washing machine, the dryer
and then into my laundry basket. So somewhere along the way they
were getting lost. Now I know the truth. My basket of laundry was sitting
by my couch as I was watching T.V. and I just happened to look over.
Amber, my little Pom, had her little nose between the plastic bars of the
laundry basket and was stealing socks, underwear, and bras. She grabbed
them and then carried them up the stairs to her little bed, she hid the
coveted articles under her favorite blanket. When I looked under
her blanket she had 5 pairs of underwear, about 10 various socks, a pair
of nylons, a face cloth, and 3 bras. I couldn't help but laugh. Now
anytime I am missing something I look right under Amber's blanket and voila!!
Queen of Her World
Submitted by: Lauren
My dog, Zoey, thinks that
the world revolves around her. One day I was fixing my lunch and she jumped
on the counter and took my sandwich right out of my hand. Zoey is spoiled,
so she never gets in trouble. She also treats my other dog, Buster, like
a big play toy. He is a Labrador so he is a whole lot bigger. I don't know
how he puts up with it! They run around the yard and Zoey bites at his
tail and legs. It really is funny to watch but one of these days Buster
is going to get mad and hurt her. Zoey is just a little older then one.
She is black and white, her markings are exactly like a husky's. She is
so adorable and I love her with all my heart. Oh yeah, before I forget,
every time I take her to the vet, Zoey bites him/her. She also bites strangers.
She doesn't like anyone but me. Actually, she likes Buster too. Well everyone
have fun with your Poms!!!!!!
Submitted by: Elizabeth
Zsa-Zsa thinks that she is
human. She has to sleep on the bed with me or else she doesn't sleep at
all. She loves men. She even loves strange men! She tries to jump out of
the car when she sees men driving! I think that Pomeranians are the best
breed for me!
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