Category : The Dumb Things I Do
Still sitting stupid
In : The Dumb Things I Do, Posted by whisper on Aug.08, 2010
Whisper here, still sitting stupid. did you miss me?
Mood: Awesome
Location: Living Room at Home
When: A lazy summer afternoon in 2010
Favorite Thing: Hanging with the family on the sofa
The Day My Breath Smelled Like Perfume
In : The Day..., The Dumb Things I Do, Posted by admin on Aug.08, 2008

My extended family was over for the weekend for the second session of Pomeranian Summer Camp ’08. It reminded me of an interesting day I had during the first session. My aunt Poco
who wants to be an Obedience Champion is really fun and naughty too. She asked the kitties to knock some people things down off the tables for us. They knocked down a small tea candle that smelled pretty and she gave it to me because I’m her favorite and only niece. Dogs have lots of favorite things. Of course I took a taste (the people consume tea) and it tasted pretty too. So, being the smart and pretty girl that I am, I ated it. It was yummy and made out of soy so it was good for me too.
No one could get over how pretty my breath smelled and it lasted for hours! I will never forget the day my breath smelled like perfume.
The kitties have not found any more tea candles for me, but they are on the lookout because I promised a face wash to an kitty that brings me one.
The Day I Found Out That There Are Other Kinds Of Dogs
In : The Day..., The Dumb Things I Do, Posted by admin on Aug.08, 2008
I’ve been living my life happily with my family… 3 cats & 2 other Pomeranians at home and my Pomeranian friends at grandma’s house. Yesturday began like any other day when Mom left for work. But when she came home, she had my friends with her to visit for the week and a strange dog they call “Dog”. “Dog” is nearly bald with huge paws, a huge body, and a huge head. Her ears don’t even stand up straight. It seems that “Dog” was dying along side the road and my people felt the need to help her. I’m told that “Dog” is some sort of dog like me, but I’m really not so sure about this intruder.
So I have lots of pretty friends with beautiful long, fuzzy hair. I disagree with my people about “Dog” and hope she finds a home soon. Can you believe they had the nerve to fuss at ME? They say she’s a cripple or something so I should be nice. Yesterday, the world threw me a huge disappointment. I thought being a dog meant being cute, but apparently there are acceptations.








