My Dog - 09/17/16 10:19 PM
My dog passed this past Friday night. I had to take her to the vet to be put down. This was the last of a family of 3 Pomeranians, but none were actually related. She was a Tea Cup Pomeranian, and was only 4 pounds.
Her official name was Sable, due to the softness of her hair (Poms have hair, not fur), and we called her by several names. Sable, Boo Boo, Boo, Bubbles, Bubby, Esmerelda(when she was bad). I nick named her Bubbles, as that was her personality.
This was the dog in the stories that I've told that attacked and ran off a Doberman from my back yard, attacked the Direct TV guy when he got to close to my wife, and attacked the exterminator every time she left the house. If they would have backed out of the room, possibly given a little bow, she would not have attacked, as she hated the backs of ankles.
I am posting a picture of her and me, as she would hide under my chin when we first got her, and I was the only adult male she ever allowed to touch her, other than my future son in law, and he spent 3 patient years to get the opportunity to pet her. She lived to be 17 years old.
Yes, that is me, and I already know I'm kinda ugly, so don't bother telling me, but feel free to comment on my pretty dog. I am really not looking for sympathy, as I know the eventual price that is paid for owning a pet. I am currently looking for our next bundle of fur to love.
Her official name was Sable, due to the softness of her hair (Poms have hair, not fur), and we called her by several names. Sable, Boo Boo, Boo, Bubbles, Bubby, Esmerelda(when she was bad). I nick named her Bubbles, as that was her personality.
This was the dog in the stories that I've told that attacked and ran off a Doberman from my back yard, attacked the Direct TV guy when he got to close to my wife, and attacked the exterminator every time she left the house. If they would have backed out of the room, possibly given a little bow, she would not have attacked, as she hated the backs of ankles.
I am posting a picture of her and me, as she would hide under my chin when we first got her, and I was the only adult male she ever allowed to touch her, other than my future son in law, and he spent 3 patient years to get the opportunity to pet her. She lived to be 17 years old.
Yes, that is me, and I already know I'm kinda ugly, so don't bother telling me, but feel free to comment on my pretty dog. I am really not looking for sympathy, as I know the eventual price that is paid for owning a pet. I am currently looking for our next bundle of fur to love.