Home Zookeeper

Four years ago this season, my mother and I went to the home of a Pomeranian breeder. My mom had cash in her wallet, and my mind was racing with thoughts of a new little critter. I already had an adopted Pekingese of my own at home, but I really missed having a little shadow like I did with my first Pomeranian, Punkin.

I watched as the breeder Poms frolicked in the yard, the older puppies among them, but I didn’t feel any connection with any of those puppies. Then we went onto the enclosed porch where the younger pups were. They were just old enough to go to new homes. First, I picked up a feisty little sable baby and she squirmed as I held her to my chest. This isn’t the one, I thought.

And then, there she was. This meek little runt of a puppy at my feet. I picked her up and she rested her sweet little head on my chest. I examined her and noticed that her coloring made her look like she had little eyebrows. And that face? Oh, so kissable! (I would love to show you all a photo of her as a baby, but it’ll take me a while to dig one up. A photo of her from last summer will have to do for now.) I was in love. I gave my mom that look that says, “Mom, this is it. Please, please, please, let me have her!” Needless to say, we took her home.

Pepsi was quite the needy little puppy. She would only eat canned puppy food, warmed up with some carnation milk, off of a plastic spoon. When I’d get ready to go to school in the morning, she had to be in my arms or she’d cry loudly for me. She wouldn’t yelp on the bathroom floor as a took a shower, but was completely content at my feet in the tub, getting soaked. Like all new mothers, I eventually picked up some little tricks, like placing Pepsi on the floor between my feet, so she’d still feel that I was surrounding her, as I brushed my teeth each morning. And I loved her unconditionally.

Like I said, it’s been four years. Right now Pepsi is snuggled up against me on the couch, sleeping. She is the shadow that I’ve longed for, and was a great comfort after the death of my sweet little Pekingese, Mel, as well as in the deaths of my cat, Stormy, and the family dog, Perky. I would gladly go through all those “needy puppy” days again to keep her at my side forever.

I love my baby!

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