A Dog's Humble Beginings

April 2002 - Canton, TX... This is where it all began. I was the last of my litter to be saved...uh...I mean adopted. Why was I last? Some say it was my giant paws (my original owner tried to pass me off as a tea cup Pom) that prevented my departure to a new home. Perhaps it was the fact that I was overrun with fleas the size of ticks. Or maybe it was because my brothers and sisters constantly made fun of me in order to suppress my true, glorious self and keep me from shinning each time I was paid a visit by a potential family. Well, I say it was fate that kept me there long enough for my mama and papa to find me. My mama knew the first time she laid eyes on me that I was special. She could see that my paws and heart were both too big for a tea cup. Instead I grew into a ginormous size Pomeranian with more love to give than my parents could have ever imagined!

Puppy Time - A Dog Growing Up

April 2002 - I have to brag on myself and tell you that I was an adorable puppy and couldn't really get enough of myself.





I enjoyed all types of puppy games:
chewing...swimming...

and of course lounging around...

The Sisters - A Dog's Welcome Home

April 2002 - I escaped from Canton and the wicked pack of Poms that made up my litter. I was homeward bound and ready to stake my claim as top dog in the house. But I never could have anticipated the cold, dreary welcome from my two feline counterparts that I simply refer to as "The Sisters".

Shaka Boo and Little Peeps were two fickle, furry kitties. At the time I met Shaka Boo, her heart was as black as her fur and her keen cat eyes could only envision one true love - her daddy. Wait, no - MY daddy. No one else measured up and she made that clear everyday, all the time. Hissing, evil maniacal looks followed by a turn of the head and a flitter of her tail was the greeting she gave to all those that were not her daddy and thus not worthy of her.

Little Peeps, although saved from the streets of San Marcos, TX, was as pretty and soft a Russian Blue cat as you'd ever seen. The only thing is she suffered from a severe case of bi-polar disorder. One minute she'd slowly rub her soft coat against your inviting advance all the while charming you with her hypnotic purr BUT the next minute she'd leave you as scratched as a chicken pin and feeling as though you just played catch with a run away razor blade.

These were my sisters...

A Dog and Cat Unite

Now "The Sisters" were always plotting something against everyone. They stalked me, they stalked others...

and the even stalked each other.

Shaka's devotion to her daddy and to the creed that all true cats are solitary animals maintained a vast void of emptiness where you'd expect to see the slightest crack of the door to friendship. Little Peeps on the other hand had a soft heart underneath that thick gray fur coat. Shaka Boo's dominating ways had finally taken their tole on her and she began searching for something more in a relationship.

Then it happened...a small twig of freedom fell from mommy's handmade decoration and before either of us knew it we were playing together like school children on a merry-go-round.


From that day on Little Peeps and I were best friends and Shaka Boo's reign of terror had ended.

So I thought...

A Dog and His Friend

Oh boy, oh boy...Life was fun now that I had made a friend. Little Peeps was a joy to be around. We liked nothing better than to stalk a unsuspecting cricket.

Sure there were times when she'd snap back to an almost feral state of mind due to her bi-polar disorder, but dodging a few slashes from her talon like claws was a small price to pay to enjoy our special moments together.

When Little Peeps and I weren't chasing bugs and each others tails, we turned our attention to our new favorite game - herding Shaka Boo. I became such a devout fan of the game that I even challenged Shaka Boo by myself.

The time Little Peeps and I spent together made Shaka Boo's fur frizzled. She could no longer tolerate our joyful playing together and our constant attempts to herd her like a sheep.

And then, while enjoying her two favorite past-times of eating and glaring at Little Peeps, she suddenly had a idea that made her grin a wide as the Grinch on the day he stole Christmas.

A Dog's Nickname

August 2002

Six months is long time for a dog (it's like 3 1/2 human years). In no time I grew from a cute puppy full of wonder into a stunning dog with all new tricks.


Along the way I met my cousin Sunshine for the first time. Let me tell you she is a SMART one (something I've never been accused of)! Regardless of her brain power, we hit it off great. She chased me from the word go, and I quickly introduced her to my favorite mud hole hide away.

Also over this period of time I grew to really like my nickname. Being that I was the baby in the family and the only puppy, my parents simply starting calling me "Bubby." See when you add baby + puppy it equals bubby. No not buppy or paby, but bubby, which makes perfect since if you think like a pomeranian. I especially liked it because now I had a cool nickname like Little Peeps did (her real name is Sissy Peeps, but was called "Little Peeps" because when she was little her eyes made her look like one of those peeps candies that you can only get during Easter) and I liked my nickname because it made Shaka Boo's lip snarl just a tad every time she heard it.

But in reality it was just one more stir of the pot for Shaka Boo's grand plan she brewed against my best friend...

My Stands-on-Two-Feet-Parents

My parents are interesting people that show a lot of love. My mama is usually planning something or planning to plan something and my papa is usually assembling something, fixing something, disassembling something or pulling weeds. Occasionally they loose their minds and dress me up

or set me up on a blind date.

But they also do some really cool things like the time they raised a tiny, baby squirrel that a friend of theirs found in the middle of the rode. We named him “Nutz”, but probably should have named him "Chewy", because he chewed the entire house up. He eventually went to live in the little, phermonal red man’s backyard, but that's another story for another time.

My parents also allow the barn swallows to invade our patio and drop down some tasty bird pool every year.

And although they’ve always treated ME as the baby in the family, lately the stands-on-two-feet parents of mine have been chattering about and rubbing my mama's tummy to no end. My canine senses are definitely on alert, because there is something brewing among the two-feets…

The Thunder Rolls

Now there is one thing that really tucks my tail – thunder! As the saying goes “everything is bigger in Texas”, well nothing could more true than the storms blowing through Carrollton, TX my home for the first 3 years of my life. A calm, lounging under a palm tree day,

could quickly turn into a booming, shaky dog night. SHAZAM! With the onset of the first thunderclap my best friend Little Peeps would make like a scat cat to the most secluded closet in the house. Me, I always prefer to wrap around the nearest human ankle; hopefully without bringing the biped companion crashing down. BOOM! Of course, nothing really fluffs Shaka Boo’s tale. CRACK! She would gladly sit perched high watching us scrabble in terror. CRASH! Her eyes glaring and taking mental cat notes of what sent Little Peeps and me into “pet”emonium fits. RUMBLE! Finally, as the two of us scurried to our safe havens, Shaka Boo sat high on her perch and

finished mapping out an exit plan that only included Little Peeps.

August 2004 – The Pack Grows By One

MY CHEEBIE IS HERE!!! MY CHEEBIE IS HERE!!! WOW, what a grand and glorious day! My Cheebie has come to visit and it couldn’t have been better timing because my stands-on-two-feet parents left for a few days. My Cheebie is the most wonderful of all the biped persons in the world. She rubs me until I pass out and she hasn’t ever been photographed in her entire life without me in her lap.

Me and my Cheebie Christmas 2004

Me and my Cheebie Christmas 2005

Me and my Cheebie Christmas 2006

Me and my Cheebie Thanksgiving 2007

Me and my Cheebie Christmas 2008

Oh and this me and my Cheebie on the see-saw. She was defending me from my can't-bite-through-one-of-his-legs uncle.

After a few days absence by my mama and papa, my Cheebie brought me a strange gift. She let me have my papa's shirt, which had a peculiar scent. One that I have never sniffed before, but somehow felt strangely connected. It reminded me of both momma and papa (later on I learned that my get-what-he-wants brother had been swaddled in it).

Smelling that shirt sure made me miss my pack leader parents. Just as the scent started to dissipate in walked both of them and lingering along side was that new familiar smell in an odd little box with handles. Oh, what could it be? Then as my snout slowly sniffled up next to reveal the senses true delights, I saw for the first time my new baby brother. I felt a sudden charge of my Pomeranian wits that told me my family pack would never be the same.

Oh and guess who's holding me telling me everything is all right...