Saturday, April 16, 2011
sixteen days and counting
Only sixteen days left until a one pound Pomeranian puppy dominates my life. Don't take this the wrong way, but uh, I'm so ready to be dominated. I have had a debatably unhealthy obsession with Pomeranians since I was sixteen years old. I worked at a vet clinic and met some Poms who pretty much stole my heart and never gave it back. I've always known that I would get a Pomeranian puppy and somewhere along the line I named her Lolabella. Yes, she's had a name for years. Years before she was even created. Welcome to my brain. Fast forward four years, and she does exist. Sixteen days is nothing in comparison to four years, but the days are going by. so. slowly. I'm like a five-year-old on Christmas Eve right now. Shawn could tell you in great detail about the levels of my psychosis regarding this animal.
All of my photos with her are taken at the home she was born in. I have been visiting her once a week since she was 5 weeks old. She's finally starting to recognize me, and it's the best! Usually puppies bug their owners, like "Ugh...five more minutes of sleep before I have to take you out, pleeeease!" but I have this suspicion that the roles are going to be reversed. I'm going to be up staring at her thinking "Wake up pleeeeease, let's go for a walk!" and she's going to be thinking, "Ugh...five more minutes of sleep before I have to take YOU out, pleeeease!" Pomeranians are attention whores, so maybe she'll eat it up. All I know for sure is that this is going to be one spoiled dog, and I'm okay with that.
Posted by Sailor Jamee at 10:15 PM