My Six Pound Rottweiler

She thinks she’s a Rottweiler.

Well, Okay, she’s not a Rottweiler. She’s a Black-Tan Pomeranian that thinks she’s a Rottweiler.

I flew to North Carolina and met the breeder at Charlotte Airport. We had a six-hour layover, and then flew back to Orlando, Florida. She was confused. She didn’t know me, didn’t know what the sounds in the airport were, and didn’t understand why she had to stay in a carrier.

The only good part about the layover was that there was a Mary-Kaye convention, and every waiting makeup queen wanted to pet the puppy. Children also wanted to pet her, and that required a lot more supervision. At the end of the day, we shared a meal at Burger King, and suddenly, I was definitely her human.

Once we got airborne, she slept the rest of the flight on my lap, with occasional visits from the stews. Back in Orlando, I had no luggage, so we headed for the parking garage. She refused to sleep in the passenger seat, and insisted on sleeping on my lap as we rolled east on the Beachline.


Those are the events that have influenced this puppy to be the most, one-person, dedicated dog I have ever had. Every dog has a few weird quirks, and Athena was no different. She’s on my heels all of the time, complains when I leave the house, and throws a festival when I return. At night, she wants off of the bed as soon as I get settled, and she sleeps under the bed, where she can see down the hallway. Every night about 2am, she wants up in the bed, and sleeps against my heart/chest. She sleeps solid, and I have to wake her up in the morning.

Only recently have I figured out that she’s protecting me. She lays under the bed until she can’t stay awake, and then it’s my shift. She won’t go out to pee at night unless I stand in the glass doors and tell her it’s safe. We do get big owls, racoons, and wild cats here. I have even trained her to look at the power lines for… Big Birds.

Lately I have been angry with her. Every time I get near the back door, she goes ballistic and starts barking, runs through the doggy door, and barks in all directions in the back yard, returning back to me. We had contractors redoing my neighbors pool screen, and that’s when this behavior started. Last night, I realized that she is protecting me from strangers that may be outside of the back door.

A little understanding has turned my anger toward my little six-pound guard dog into a deeper love and understanding. I may just buy her a spiked collar.

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Puppy training, Poms. Author David Alexander trials & errors.

She catches things, and brings them in the house to show me.

I have had a Pomeranian for about fifteen years. She has been a great companion and is trained to my rules, quirks, and hand signals. Her nose has turned from black to grey, her tail often hangs down instead of resting over her hips, and I have to rub her shoulders in the mornings so she doesn’t limp.

I decided to buy a Pom puppy so the training and personality could be passed on. The new puppy, Zenzi, is now nine months old, and has mastered most of Koko’s training. My timing was perfect. I have noticed that Koko would often sit in the floor and stare at me. She watched my face, what I was doing, and my hand gestures. After a few tests, I discovered that Koko is losing her hearing. When Zenzi barks at the door, Koko chimes in with her and doesn’t really know why. Zenzi quits barking when I address the problem, but Koko continues until she makes optical recognition with me.
On the good side, having Zenzi in the house, has encouraged Koko to become more active. She runs and plays now, almost as active as Zenzi. When she becomes tired, she goes to a large piece of pottery, (the toybox), picks out something she thinks I will like, and brings it to me. It’s payment for what we call a butt-lift. I pick her up and she lays against my leg on the couch.

The latest challenge, is a very large hawk. I saw it swoop across Zenzi’s six-pound body and land on a branch, ten feet in front of her. I ran toward it, and threw a piece of wood at it. It just sat and looked at me and then at Zenzi. I grabbed the garden hose and blasted the bird with water. Each time it comes back I squirt it again. Birds don’t fly well with wet feathers. I bought the big plastic owls with the rotating heads, the mylar holographic tape, fishing line, and old CD’s that rotate and reflect the sun. The birds here are just too smart.

My neighbor informed me that the mother had a young one in a nest in their yard, and sure enough, she was teaching the baby how to hunt Pomeranians. They were both in my yard. They both got a shower. I was told that hawks return to the same place to nest each year, and we DO have many other large predatory birds here in Florida, so I went to level two. I traded my driveway Miata for something more useful.

I have been working on, what I call, Trust Exercises. It involves letting her go with me outside of the fenced in yard, and stay with me. I am on a slow road that is lightly traveled and try to do this when everyone is home. She was doing so good that we went farther around the other side of the house. Today, I was working in the back yard and left the garage door open. The overhead was open too, so Zenzi stealthily went through and across my neighbor’s lawn. As I worked in the back yard, I heard a small dog barking. No… Zenzi’s in the house. I saw her run into another fenced in back yard with a woman from the third house trying to catch her and rescue her. Zenzi was scared and had run into a fenced in corner. I started yelling for her, stooped down, and she ran, jumped in the air, and I caught her as usual. We just did Trust, again. This time she was never more then ten feet from me at any time.

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The KoKo Plant. A pomeranian with roots.


The KoKo Plant

A Pomeranian with roots.

I was walking through the woods and noticed a small dog ahead of me sitting on the ground. It was KoKo! She looked hurt. I walked over to her to find that she was buried from the shoulders down in the ground.

Something didn’t look right. Her eyes were seeing me, but not moving and focusing as fast as they normally did.
“How did you get buried in the dirt?” I said to her. She turned her head away from me as I rubbed her ears.
“Something is weird here.” I was starting to get concerned and reached down to the side of her head and raised her lip. She had her normal white teeth. Her eyes slowly moved down to see what I was doing. The ground around her had not been disturbed, and leaves had drifted against her body. I started poking around in the dirt to see how deeply she was buried.
“What the Hell!” I started digging with both hands trying to find her legs as she watched me in silence. After getting a ditch dug all around her I realized there was no biological body below the dirt.
“What has happened to you girl?” I grabbed her shoulders and gently lifted her out of the ground.

 “ROOTS! She has roots!”

She continued watching me and acted as if she felt no pain. I wrapped moist dirt and leaves around her roots, gently held it all together in my arms, and slowly walked back to the house. When she saw the house come into view she tilted her head back and licked my face.

    I found a towel, wrapped the roots, and set her in the kitchen sink while I hunted for the right sized flower pot.
“That one’s nice. It is not too heavy and has handles on the sides” I planted her in it with some premium potting soil, a shot of Mericle Grow, and set her by the glass patio door. I heard a tiny growl.
“Oh yeah girl! There are your squirrels!”
“Woof… Woof!”
Later on that evening I moved her over by the couch while we were watching TV.
“Here’s a potato chip KoKo.”
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.
I poured my melted ice into her pot.
“Bedtime!” I said as usual.
I saw her ears tweak up, so I picked her pot up and set it in the middle of the bed, and went to sleep.


(This is an actual dream) #dog #animals #Nature #Dream #Pomeranian #Author #Sleep

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