When I was a teen, I had a neighbor who lived in the apartment below us. Her son and I were good friends and used to hang out all the time. She had a little brown Pomeranian called “Mota.” This was the first time I ever came across this breed. Mota was a little dog with a strong personality; whenever we would knock on the door, she would bark and chase us. She wasn’t the friendliest dog. I can’t recall any interaction with Mota except her barking at us and trying to walk around her without getting bitten. Because of Mota, I was a bit cautious around Pomeranians at a young age.
Later in life, I met another Pom named Calbee. She belonged to my wife’s family. She was also a barker and not very outgoing with strangers. She wasn’t an affectionate or playful dog with people she didn’t know. However, over the years we grew closer. Calbee never loved me quite the way she loved Christine, but she showed some signs of affection as time passed.
When I sat to watch TV, she’d want to sit by me and then paw at me, which was her way of saying “pet me.” I’d pet her a bit, stop, then she’d paw me again. That was basically our way of interacting. She wasn’t much of a kisser or a player. Considering I met Calbee when she was already a senior dog, she didn’t have the energy of a puppy.
Despite her reserved nature, I began to love Calbee, and when she passed, I was heartbroken. I had to carry her to the vet, and holding her still body in her favorite pillow broke my heart. She had a feisty side, but she was our feisty girl. I really miss her.
The next Pom I met is our baby, Peppa. Peppa is a playful puppy, super friendly with people, and loves attention. She’s a nibbler, and I think this is part of her way of playing. She loves to bite toes, socks, pants, fingers — anything she can grab. When I get dressed, she runs over and playfully attacks my pant legs. She cracks me up. I love my dog so much.
I really am in love with this puppy; she’s the cutest, sweetest little monster ever. Today we’re experiencing an internet outage, so as I wait for Spectrum to arrive, I couldn’t be at home with the baby during lunch. I stepped out for a few minutes, fed her, and came back to wait for the technicians. When I got home, she was super happy and excited to see me. I petted her, she nibbled a bit, licked me, rubbed up against me, and basically showed her happiness at having some company. I don’t like getting stuck here and missing lunch time with my fur baby, but thankfully it doesn’t happen often.
There’s one more Pom I met, named Roxy. She was supposed to be Peppa’s new sister, but they didn’t get along well, so she went to a different home. Roxy was a larger Pom, full of energy, extremely curious, and a sweet little dog. It broke my heart to have to find her a new family. Fortunately, she’s such a beautiful dog that she was adopted quickly. She now has two other Pom siblings and is very happy. It was hard to say goodbye, but Peppa came first and takes priority over everyone else. I’m glad Roxy found a loving forever home.
In a nutshell, those are all the Poms I’ve met in my life. I’m happy to say I’m no longer biased against the breed. I wish I could meet Mota now — I’m sure we’d get along.
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