Tilly


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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs


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Nicknames:
Tilly Willy, lil girl, baby, boo, cutie

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
December 9th 2008

Likes:
She loves to be affectionate and giving kisses is her # 1 favorite thing in the world. She also loves it when I throw her toys and she brings them back for me.

Pet-Peeves:
Tilly doesn't like car rides unless she can look out the window.

Favorite Toy:
Any squirrel toy... she loves to "kill" squirrel toys

Favorite Food:
Castor and Pollux Organix Adult... and also any treats!

Favorite Walk:
Her favorite walk would have to be at the park or at the beach where she can run off leash. She also loves being walked around the neighborhood.

Best Tricks:
Sit, Stay, Off, Lay Down, Watch Me, Sit Pretty, High Five, she can also Howl on command.

Arrival Story:
I had been searching on the internet for about a year, looking for a Pomeranian breeder that met my standards. I was looking for a chocolate merle female Pomeranian and when I came upon Tilly I just had to have her! She was only a few weeks old when I saw her and I immediately put down a deposit to hold her until she was old enough to come home to me! On March 23rd 2009 she was shipped to me from the wonderful breeder in Arkansas. I opened her little crate and all I saw was this little ball of fluff sitting in the corner, frightened and unsure of her surroundings. It didn't take long for her to start warming up to me but it didn't matter anyways because I already loved her with all of my heart! Now when I come home I get thousands of kisses and I couldn't have it any other way.

Bio:
Tilly is everything that I've ever wanted in a dog. She is such a cute, sweet and loyal pom. She loves me and I love her. I feel lucky to wake up every morning to Tilly's kisses. Once one eye opens, you know Tilly will be right there licking you. Her most favorite thing in the world is playing with balls... doesn't matter what kind, any ball will do! I've had many awkward acquaintances with basketball players because she just can't leave ANY ball alone. Tilly is a spunky little girl. She loves to be brushed and loves to be the center of attention. She only barks to get attention. lets just say, she loves to have her way most of the time! She does this small little whine when she wants something. She is such a silly dog, her personality is the cutest! She loves to be on my lap, and she loves for me to hold her. She also loves to put her little paws on my face when shes giving me kisses! (did i mention the paws smell like fritos! so i don't mind!) She goes everywhere with me and is my little sidekick. She is constantly following me and is so devoted. She is such a perfect dog, and is my best friend.

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The Life of a Puppy!

June 26th 2009 2:03 pm
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This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."
Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right,
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."

The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy: we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed, "Hello," then jumped in his arms.

Sitting under the table -- it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.

Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused??"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy, it must be his double!"

Mom turned off the TV, and said,"Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.

Mama kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh -- a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, 'My darling goodnight'.

-Unknown

 

You've been tagged!

June 18th 2009 8:02 pm
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Copy these questions into your diary and then tag 6 of your other friends.

1. What color is your collar? - Pink, of course. :)

2. What kind of food do you eat? - Innova for puppies!

3. What are your favorite treats? - Definitely Wellness Puppy treats, But my fursister ate them all when mom left them kind of low to the ground, so now I'm left with these other treats called Bil-Jacs.

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other? - No but I would love to have one. I also have a crush and I hope I win the bachelor show! :)

5. Do you get Table Scraps? – Yes, only sometimes though! Mom can't help to give me some things because I give such cute begging faces.

6. What is your favorite toy? – I have a couple of favorites. One of my favorites is my yellow organic toy. My other favorite is the blue chew toy with little ropes attached to it.

7. When is your Birthday? - December 9th 2008!

8. How many times a day do you get to eat? - Two times a day! I'm a picky eater so we have to do it on schedule. I only like to eat fresh food, and if I feel it isn't fresh enough then I wont eat it!

9. Do you have a favorite color? – Well most of my stuff is pink, so I think that is my favorite color! Although my favorite toy is yellow.. Hmm such a hard decision!

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? - Sure! I would love to read them.

I'm tagging P.Nutty, Bambi, Bailey, Allie, Skyline, and Koby.

 

How Could You- by jim willis

April 4th 2009 7:49 am
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(I got this little story off of my friend skylines page, i just thought it was so sad and i wanted to share it with as many people as possible for the awareness of how special your dog really is.. Some people already know this, but some people forget that their dog was once the light of their life.)*** this story made me tear up, so beware!!***

HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How
could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you
to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided
my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.
You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The
prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used
to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light
so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

 
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