Likes: He loves to run, he shoulda been a race horse.
Pet-Peeves: He has none, life is wonderful in Broderville
Favorite Toy: Tucker, and Hoss' long hair for a game of tug-o-war.
Favorite Food: Anything, he is a chow hound
Favorite Walk: He loves racing around the yard chasing and being chased by Hoss and Tucker
Best Tricks: I'm bilingual. I understand some German. My daddy came from Germany and my breeder is also German so she spoke to me in both languages. I can sit, but that's about it.
Arrival Story: I wanted another Pom so Hoss would have a playmate. We tried a rescue but we couldn't get any cooperation from them, so we went to a breeder. The lady interviewed me for 30 to 45 minutes before she let me see the puppies. Then she brought one at a time out, each one I loved, but she had saved the best for last. When she brought Brodie out he captured my heart. I went home to think about it and couldn't get him out of my mind. He came with strings and I wasn't sure I wanted that, but in the end my heart won out over my mind and I went after him 6 days later. He is an awesome pup.
Bio: My birth mom thought I was perfect, (I am) and planned to keep me. Then my furever mom talked her into letting me go, by agreeing to letting her show me and use me for....well you know. I'm completely full of myself, but at the same time as sweet as any honey you've ever had. I have a beautiful prance, and mom says I swagger when I finally slow down to a walk. I'm super smart, easily trained and just as easily spoiled. I have a tiny stubborn streak, just enough to let you know that I'm still The Brodie Bear. At nine months, my birth mom and mom decided it was too difficult for me to be a two owner dog, so I officially became a "pet".
I said, Say what? I'm supposed to have many kids. Nope she says your stud muffin days are over, and you're going to be a gelded muffin. I cried isn't that for horses? And besides I never got to be a stud muffin. She said makes no difference in the name, the end result is all the same.
So she put me to bed with no dinner, woke me up way before my alarm went off, loaded me in the car, took me to a strange place and left me alone. The ladies all came in and said I sure was handsome and sweet, and I thought, I agree! My biological mother always said I was quite full of myself. Then I thought don't you want some more little me's. But no one was buying my song and dance. Soon they sent me to la la land. That was pretty nice, but when I came back to earth..........OUCH! What had they done! Mom, I whimpered. But no mom. Finally she came and we left the awful place that takes your dreams away.
I've been watching all you guys that have Birthdays and y'all get treats, cakes and toys. I've been thinking, YES, my Birthday is Sunday and I'm gonna get all that stuff. But NO, what do I get? A cut, a snip and some extra thread on my little body. Hey I had plenty of hair, I didn't need any artificial strings. Boy with a first Birthday like this, I sure hope I don't ever want to have another one! I'm gonna stay one year old for the next 16 years! Kinda like Mom's been 39 for more years than she'll let me tell you.
I've been trying to figure this all out. What happened? I looked back thru all the pictures and I thought I was pretty handsome, but then I found some where I'd been playing in the mud and was pretty wet and straggly looking. So maybe that was it. I don't know, but I sure will be glad when this pain goes away.
The last few days my mom's really been watching my mouth. Then yesterday with delight she says, Brodie Bear you're losing you teeth! WHAT, no way. I'm in a total panic. I'm thinking OH NO! I'm gonna have to get some of those plastic ones like mom has. Will my sweet Isabella Blu still love me? Mom is laughing and laughing at me. She says, No Brodie. the ones that are falling out are only your temporary ones. Whew am I relieved! But then today she looked in my mouth and says, Oh Brodie, you've lost two of them. So she gets down on the floor and looks and looks and she finally finds one. She is excited and gets a special little box to keep it in. She says if I put it under my pillow at night some kinda fairy will come and leave me a treat. But now I'm getting worried again. If it's true I don't have to get plastic ones, how come she is keeping my teeth? What do you think?