If the old saying 'you are what you eat' is true, then my three puppies are fresh green beans! I cannot sit down with a bowl of anything without them wanting a taste of it. Of course I give in, don't you? Now don't tell me when those sweet little faces with those pitiful looking eyes are focused on whatever you have in your hand, you're not going to give them a taste or drink. Yes, I said drink too! All three of my four legged babies are hooked on ice tea. Has to be out of my glass though. If it's good enough for mama then it's good enough for them!
I have two toy pomeranians. Phanty is the smallest (3 lbs.) and the loudest. She's red, beige, and black. When we got her 13 years ago she had a mask around her eyes but it's long gone now. She can no longer walk. The tendon in her right rear leg is somehow messed up, so she hobbles, or scoots in the house because we have ceramic tile. In no way does it stop her though. She is the boss and let's the others know it! When she wants your attention she coughs, or maybe I should say hacks, and snore!!! Good grief, she sounds like a freight train going across my bed! Naturally she sleeps on her back which makes it that much worse!
Shadow was solid black when we got her 11 years ago. She weighs about 10 lbs. and now that she's beginning to age, she's developing a 'milk moustache' around her mouth. She is a little hussy who loves almost all men. She's very independent and can get testy at times.
My third child is my baby. She's a 3 yr. old white toy poodle named Savannah Bell. She weighs right at 3 to 4 lbs. and she acts just like a real baby. She snuggles with me, puts her head under my chin or lays it on my shoulder. When she's sleepy she wants to be picked up and fights sleep like a small child. She also sleeps on the bed with me but sleeps between two pillows like a sandwich (all you see is her nose sticking out) or she'll sleep on her back with her hind legs propped up on me. She doesn't understand why she can't go everywhere with me. Every morning when I wash my face she dances until I pick her up then sticks her sweet little face out so I can wash her eyes too. As soon as I tell her I need to go to the bank she'll run to my desk where I keep her hair brush so she can get her ears brushed and go with me. The girls at the bank all fuss over her until they have her rotten, then give her a doggie biscuit to take home.
So there you have it. The story of my life in a nutshell. Have a blessed day and may God watch over you real good!
