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!
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