Our Pomeranians

Our Pomeranians

Karen and I have always loved these little dogs. Our first one was Frisky, then Rusty and now Jazzy. We have always managed to acquire a "used" dog, which we prefer to do. We love the puppies, but being able to buy a dog someone else no longer wants gives us a chance to make the loving little creature know that someone does care for them and will love them.
We have had three of the most delightful little pets, and each one has returned to us more love than we could ever have given them. So here they are in order.
By the way, if you want to talk Pomeranians, e-mail Karen

We got Frisky in May of 1985. I had seen a little dog while Karen and I were out for a walk, and really missed having a dog around. So I put out the word, in the small town where we were living, that I was looking.
A friend called and told me of a farm family that was getting rid of their Pom. When I drove out there to see him, Frisky looked so sad. The reason they were getting rid of him was because the other dog was beating up on him all the time. Why he was not kept away from the other dog was a mystery. At any rate, I bought him for $50. He was 3 years old.
I will never forget that poor little guy, sitting on the far edge of the seat in the pickup, looking very apprehensive and forlorn. I had tried to make friends with him at the house, but he was too frightened. It was summer, and I had the window open. I patted my lap and called to him. Slowly he came across the seat and into my lap. Then he stood and put his two front paws on my arm which was resting in the window, heaved a big sigh and stuck his nose out into the moving air. Just like that - he became my dog and I became his master. When we finally got home he was as happy as a coot.
Frisky lived to be 16 year of age. The last few years of his life were pretty tough for the little guy, because he had pancreatitis and later, diabetes. We were giving him two insulin shots a day for the last year of his life. He was not in pain, but his eyesight began to fail, and after that life was just not the same for him.
Frisky was the first, and we still miss him.

Rusty was unquestionably a member of the family. He came to us in May of 1997 at the age of 6. He was with a family that decided his hair was causing problems with their children, so they gave him a scissors clip job. Before that he was with a family with small children and they cared enough to break his little leg and not have it treated. His little paw on the left front was sideways most of the time. The picture on the left is how he looked when he came here.
The picture on the right is how he looked a couple of years later, beside my redwood vase. He had to get into the picture.
Rusty is gone now. He developed a tumor in his sinuses and he died on April 11, 2003. He was a wonderful little pet who gave us so much love and affection. At least we were able to give him some real happiness, love and care, and that was much more than he had come to expect from humankind. He was a happy little dog.

What -- Me Bald??

Finally - Some Hair!

Lookin' for the Squirrel

Ahhhhh - Sleeeeeep...

When Rusty got sick we said, "we'll not get another dog for a long time."
Yeah - right!
A few weeks after Rusty was gone, the house seemed so empty and lonely without a furry critter that I called the Kennel Club and told them we were looking around for another Pomeranian. I called Karen one day and told her I had the name of a man who had a puppy for sale. I had called him and he said yes - he did have one. He also had a friend with a 3 year old female for sale. We decided to see the 3 year old first.
Shiela's house was pandemonium when we rang the doorbell. Six little Poms, all tearing around, playing with stuffed animals, chasing a ball, on the lap, off the lap like ping pong balls. Cute little, energetic balls of fluff - all very happy and very, very friendly. The "boss bitch" female, Lacy, sat like a queen on her owner's lap, letting one and all know that she was the boss of the house. About 5 pounds, snow white and all business.
We immediately fell for Jasmine, known as Jazzy (or "Meeno" from "Jasmino"). She's 7 pounds, exactly half the size of Rusty, and the most loveable Pomeranian you've ever seen. She will spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in your lap, preferably on her back. She was a bit more aloof than the others on our first visit and largely ignored us. But, when we came back a few days later to pick her up, she sensed immediately that we were HERS, and stuck to us like glue, letting any other dog that came close that these were HER people. When we got home with her, on May 17, 2003, she took over the place in a minute, and has been the "boss bitch" ever since.
Our advice - if you lose a pet, replace it immediately. You still mourn your pet, but the new being fills that void in your life.

Just Lookin' Cute

Ahhhhh - Rub it, Rub it :))

Clean that face!

Just playin' with Doggitt

Protect your Teddy

Then - ATTACK!!

Protect your Teddy

Then - ATTACK!!

Sleeping With Mom

Gotta Hold on to my Toy!!!

Resting on the Couch

Taking Mom for a Walk

This is such a Comfortable Place

She's Not Paying Attention to Me!!

I Can Look Innocent, Too

Her Lap is Good Outside, Too!

My Cousin Wants my place on Mom's Lap

Well, She's Cute - Maybe I'll Share

The Sun is my Friend!

See - It Makes Me Look Good!!

Helping Doggit Go to Sleep

OK, so I Sleep a Lot - I'm Entitled!!

Outside is One of my Favorite Places

Up Close and Personal - Just how I Like It!!

We got Frisky in May of 1985. I had seen a little dog while Karen and I were out for a walk, and really missed having a dog around. So I put out the word, in the small town where we were living, that I was looking. A friend called and told me of a farm family that was getting rid of their Pom. When I drove out there to see him, Frisky looked so sad. The reason they were getting rid of him was because the other dog was beating up on him all the time. Why he was not kept away from the other dog was a mystery. At any rate, I bought him for $50. He was 3 years old. I will never forget that poor little guy, sitting on the far edge of the seat in the pickup, looking very apprehensive and forlorn. I had tried to make friends with him at the house, but he was too frightened. It was summer, and I had the window open. I patted my lap and called to him. Slowly he came across the seat and into my lap. Then he stood and put his two front paws on my arm which was resting in the window, heaved a big sigh and stuck his nose out into the moving air. Just like that - he became my dog and I became his master. When we finally got home he was as happy as a coot. Frisky lived to be 16 year of age. The last few years of his life were pretty tough for the little guy, because he had pancreatitis and later, diabetes. We were giving him two insulin shots a day for the last year of his life. He was not in pain, but his eyesight began to fail, and after that life was just not the same for him. Frisky was the first, and we still miss him.

Rusty was unquestionably a member of the family. He came to us in May of 1997 at the age of 6. He was with a family that decided his hair was causing problems with their children, so they gave him a scissors clip job. Before that he was with a family with small children and they cared enough to break his little leg and not have it treated. His little paw on the left front was sideways most of the time. The picture on the left is how he looked when he came here. The picture on the right is how he looked a couple of years later, beside my redwood vase. He had to get into the picture. Rusty is gone now. He developed a tumor in his sinuses and he died on April 11, 2003. He was a wonderful little pet who gave us so much love and affection. At least we were able to give him some real happiness, love and care, and that was much more than he had come to expect from humankind. He was a happy little dog.
What -- Me Bald??	Finally - Some Hair!

Lookin' for the Squirrel	Ahhhhh - Sleeeeeep...

When Rusty got sick we said, "we'll not get another dog for a long time." Yeah - right! A few weeks after Rusty was gone, the house seemed so empty and lonely without a furry critter that I called the Kennel Club and told them we were looking around for another Pomeranian. I called Karen one day and told her I had the name of a man who had a puppy for sale. I had called him and he said yes - he did have one. He also had a friend with a 3 year old female for sale. We decided to see the 3 year old first. Shiela's house was pandemonium when we rang the doorbell. Six little Poms, all tearing around, playing with stuffed animals, chasing a ball, on the lap, off the lap like ping pong balls. Cute little, energetic balls of fluff - all very happy and very, very friendly. The "boss bitch" female, Lacy, sat like a queen on her owner's lap, letting one and all know that she was the boss of the house. About 5 pounds, snow white and all business. We immediately fell for Jasmine, known as Jazzy (or "Meeno" from "Jasmino"). She's 7 pounds, exactly half the size of Rusty, and the most loveable Pomeranian you've ever seen. She will spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week in your lap, preferably on her back. She was a bit more aloof than the others on our first visit and largely ignored us. But, when we came back a few days later to pick her up, she sensed immediately that we were HERS, and stuck to us like glue, letting any other dog that came close that these were HER people. When we got home with her, on May 17, 2003, she took over the place in a minute, and has been the "boss bitch" ever since. Our advice - if you lose a pet, replace it immediately. You still mourn your pet, but the new being fills that void in your life.
Just Lookin' Cute	Ahhhhh - Rub it, Rub it :))

Clean that face!	Just playin' with Doggitt

Protect your Teddy	Then - ATTACK!!

Protect your Teddy	Then - ATTACK!!

Sleeping With Mom	Gotta Hold on to my Toy!!!

Resting on the Couch	Taking Mom for a Walk

This is such a Comfortable Place	She's Not Paying Attention to Me!!

I Can Look Innocent, Too	Her Lap is Good Outside, Too!

My Cousin Wants my place on Mom's Lap	Well, She's Cute - Maybe I'll Share

The Sun is my Friend!	See - It Makes Me Look Good!!

Helping Doggit Go to Sleep	OK, so I Sleep a Lot - I'm Entitled!!

Outside is One of my Favorite Places	Up Close and Personal - Just how I Like It!!