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...