I have been wanting a little dog for the house for a while now and have been searching for over a month. I first tried doing the rescue thing, but after filling out several LENGTHY applications where I had to practically give away my children before I ever thought of getting rid of the dog. I applied for several dogs and was denied for one reason or another. I finally found one and they adopted it out from under me. I was going to pick the dog up on Friday and someone took her on Wednesday. I was NOT HAPPY! I really think they should let you know ahead of time that the dog could go before you get there. Anyhoo, I just quit the whole rescue thing and and started looking for a breeder.
I found a lady in the paper and found out she new my next door neighbor, go figure. We headed out in the snow with the munchkins and found this little guy. His name is Skipper and he is a black and tan Pomeranian. He is 7 months old and so much fun, and did I mention he is cute? This is so great because the breeder taught him everything, so we don't have too. He is socialized, potty trained, and good with kids, cats, and other dogs.
He fits right in and acts like he has lived here all his life. He loves the kids and lets them do just about anything to him. He even slept on the foot of our bed last night. He has my husband wrapped around his tiny little paw and even road on my husbands lap this morning in the car.
He is a quirky little thing too. He eats his food one kibble at a time and takes it over to the carpet to eat, he never eats at his dish. Too funny. He also tries to bury his snacks in the carpet by pawing like he is digging a hole and then uses his nose to try and cover it up. I am sure he is wondering why the carpet doesn't seem to cover his treasure. Funny boy. Welcome to the farm Skipper.