Barked: Mon Jan 31, '11 5:14pm PST |
 |  |  |  | I love Pomeranian's obviously from my family page. They are extremely loyal, and date back hundreds of years to an breed of dog discovered pulling sleds, for the native peoples of Lapland, and Iceland. I love them, for this history. Mostly though, I love them for their fierce loyalty to usually one, or maybe two people. I love them, because of one dog named Toby. My mother got him, for my dad as a father's day gift. He loved me though, and would follow me all over town while I rode my bicycle. It's amazing the stamina, that little dog had. I think back at it now, and the miles I traveled with this little black Pomeranian running in 98 degree weather, because he loved me that much. My mother was abusive, and he was my protector. No one was allowed to enter my bedroom. They had to wake me up from the hallway for school. I love them, because Toby was my protector during a time in my life when I felt no one could, or would. It was him, all 14 lbs of him, that would stand up to the biggest person to protect me. My mother had to put him outside, if she was going to spank/beat me. He didn't allow that, and I felt safe with him. I love them because of Candy now, who showed me a life away from the drugs, and the alcohol. She led me down the path to my salvation from self destruction. She succeeded where I, and so many others have failed to be able to show me a life drug/alcohol free. She gave me my life back, and in return she asked for nothing, but my love. She is now, and always will be my light, my Angel, my salvation. It was these two amazing creatures, that used their unconditional love to help me feel protected, and then saved. Now I have a new member of my pack who I traveled 12 hours to save from a shelter, so that I could pay it forward. His name is Chucky, and he is another light in my life. He makes me laugh, because he is a clown. I guess it's time, for me to have some humor in my life. |  |  |  |  |
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