My Best Friend
Black and White
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes his name he hears
Loves his ball it’s his favorite thing
What’s most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He’s my friend till the very end!
© Abby Jenkins
Taken after my pompom’s first haircut… boy that was too short for my liking. I learned to give specific instruction to the groomer since then. This is also one of the rare moments I get to snap a close up, he rarely keeps still and these days he looks away just before I get the shot.
Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog;
but you’re never friendless ever, if you have a dog.
A Stump For A Tail
You can’t buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day
You can’t buy friendship, tried and true
Well just the same I bought that too
I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and
A whole job lot of happiness
So all in all…
The purchase price was pretty small
I bought a single trusting heart
That gave devotion from the start
If you think these things are not for sale
Buy a brown-eyed puppy with a stump for a tail
— unknown author—
i have never imagine that i would become like my young mommy girlfriends who constantly share and take notes, and surf the net for mommy wonder tips. When my pompom had diarrhoea and vomiting, yahoo and google came handy, i never knew until then what chicken and pumpkin can do to four-legged cuties. This D and V plight by the way was a newbie momma nightmare, Snow and i slept in the couch and i was basically sleepless as i would wake up every time he gags. When he had white froths in his mouth i searched online if there’s an A & E (accident and emergency) for pets that i can bring him to, and thank goodness i found this nearby pet hospital/clinic who had a 24 hours on call service (he did not have to be brought in @ 3am though, i basically just panicked).
Youtube on the other hand is my online classroom for tips on how to help Snow achieve full-blown pawsomeness.
so far the poops and pee situation is in control, i have learned to keep him on a routine. I started bringing him outside for some toileting time. as soon as we wake up, when i arrived from work, before going to bed, and few minutes after feeding (Oh and do you know they do need privacy? he seems to unable to when i am watching hence i have to close the door and let him be for a while). Praising him constantly and giving him treats every time he does the deed outside helped reinforce the good behaviour. Just this week, i noticed him standing by the door few minutes after his chow and when i lead him out he dropped the wee bomb outside! my proud momma moment there.
i am still learning his paw ways and have yet resolve his other issues, or rather my issues. He likes licking and biting my fingers, i let him get away with that as long as he does not bite, he does stop though when i tell “no biting.” But what surprised me was when he started to hump my hand. yep, my dog mounted my hand. My immediate reaction was to laugh (a big no-no by the way) and because i did not know how to react i let him continue. He did the humping again while my friend was around, this time longer and to both of us. Again we laughed and did not know what to do. For a moment we even felt sad thinking that maybe Snow needs a girlfriend (i know i know). I started to turn to Dr. Google and read that it was most likely not sexual and most probably a dominance gesture. He has not done it for a month until yesterday to which i was able to stop him by standing up and going away. After a few minutes i distracted him by playing with him using his toys. It probably didn’t help that we haven’t walk for weeks now due to this wet cold weather. Hopefully this humping tendency won’t become a problem.
as of now, i am just hoping for a better weather, so Snow and i can walk to the park and for me to be able to take decent photos of him.
when i decided i’m ready to join the world of pompom mommies i told myself i won’t be one of those who treat their pet way too humany. for starters i will not refer to us as mommy and baby, yes that was broken rule number 1.
i tried not to go overboard with buying him things and limit stuff to the necessities, so far every brushes, leads, bed and sweater was justifiable. Sweater, yes that knitted sweater was the second broken rule. I have always pitied a dog on outfits as most often done not they look like ashamed of themselves and really really uncomfy. But after having Snow’s hair shortened under this cold wintry Wellington weather, i felt bad and decided maybe he needs one till summer arrives.
Snow love cuddles, snuggles and whole lot of licking, he seemed to be fascinated with my hands that he won’t stop whipping his tongue and making me feel his teeth, he’d chase my hands like his eyeing on a big price. on days i have to go to work which is 5 times a week i come home tired wanting to sleep as soon as i’ve refreshed, then i’de feel guilty we haven’t had our play time… hence enter broken rule number 3! Snow in my bed.
i know i know, i have to learn to stay firm. Even scolding him for pooping on the carpet ain’t easy when he looks at you with those doey eyes. i need to gather myself and decide that the NO NO’s should stay No. I need to work on my poker face.
it was a series of blessings in disguise.
i was about to concede to the dramas of flatting when the universe conspired and found me a lovely one bedroom unit, the bonus? pets were negotiable! as soon as i settled in, i started the search for the four legged friend. i had no idea then what i wanted, apart from i knew big dogs and few months old puppies would not be appropriate for someone living alone and working full time. i kept on looking through small dogs that are in quest for forever home and one day saw this 12 years old sable pomeranian. his name was basil and straight away i fell in love. contacted the owners son and drove almost two hours the following day just to meet him, sadly a week later i was told he was given to someone else.
heart broken, i decided to search for my own pompom and as destiny had it, i was brought to this pomeranian breeders website who had a one year old black pomeranian ready to be rehome, initially i thought he was no longer available as the post was bout 2 months back but after a few emails and text messages everything just fall right into place.
now meet SNOW. my clingy little lump of hair. he is just pawsome!