A Stubborn Pomeranian with a North Carolina Accent.

 

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Athena & Zenzi testing puppy teeth

Many of you know me from a diversity of social media sites, so you probably know that I lost my 15-year Pomeranian, Koko. I’m over the loss now.

A year, or so, before she died of kidney failure, I bought Zenzi, a wolf-sable Pomeranian. She learned fast, and inherited all of Koko’s tricks and habits. That was a good thing. My wife is a great trainer and has a lot more patience than myself. (She’s married to me.)

Zenzi graduated… and has become the perfect companion. When Koko died, Zenzi became depressed and there was no way to explain death to a dog. I did, but those words were not in her vocabulary. She laid around a lot, and stared at me, wanting to know when I was going to go get Koko, or wondering what Koko did that made me so mad, to get rid of her. No way to explain. Zenzi was about a year old, and no longer in that puppy stage. After much thought, I decided that another puppy was the answer. Pomeranians aren’t happy when they are alone.

In my latest books, Louis Bautista had a Pomeranian in book 1 and 2.

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I flew to North Carolina to buy a little black and tan Pom. I researched taking a dog on a plane, and… I think I can do it.  (That story is on my blog) but the bottom line is that a weird bonding happened because of the airport experience. Now in Florida, Athena follows me everywhere. I haven’t been to the bathroom alone in months. Normally, my wife is the trainer, and I don’t interfere with her years of experience. Like I said, more patience than me.

Athena says otherwise. I… am her human, and she rejects the authority of my wife. She whines when I go to work, sleeps between my knees at night, and has learned that if she stares at me long enough, I will give her a dog-biscuit. So, I have been doing her training. I am on lockdown with this Corona 19 thing, so the timing is good. She’s a lot smarter than I thought. I have learned that it is not that she can’t learn, she just doesn’t want to learn. She is the most, strong-willed, dog I have ever owned. She is finally surrendering to STAY, DROP, and NO. She learned COME fast enough, but just doesn’t always feel like doing it. I teach my dogs hand signals as they learn the commands. I also teach them that belching and farting, gets rewards. My wife just shakes her head at me.

The leash is my biggest challenge now. She just lies down, like, drag me human! You can’t use a collar like a regular dog. Poms have a trachea issue, so you have to use a harness. She hates the harness as well. I have several different styles, and she prefers the old original nylon straps. Due to the Florida heat, I believe she wants as little body contact as possible. She’s making progress. Wait until she discovers that I bought seat belts for the car.

Once again, my patience is a bit less than a dog trainer, and often she frustrates me, and I feel like she’s beating me. I have failed. She’s going to hate me for all of the abuse I’m inflicting on her. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I consider giving her to someone more qualified.

Then… I finish my latest page for my website, save it for tomorrows posting, and shut down the three 24” monitors in front of me. The cooling fans whine to a stop, I close my schedule book, and roll my chair away from my desk. It stops against something and look back in the floor. Athena pushed her dog bed across the room, and against my chair. There is a sudden flow of emotion. I reach down, pick up her limp three pound body, and hold her against my chest. “Come on girl, it’s bed time.”

In my latest books, Louis Bautista had a Pomeranian in book 1 and 2.

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Three month old Pomeranian, in sunny East Florida

She likes to dig the ice cubes out of her water bowl. Some she eats, and the rest she hides for later, some times, in my shoe.

Athena Veritas Alexander

During the day, I build cabinetry for 70′ luxury yachts here in Florida. Athena waits patiently.

In the morning, 5am, Athena whines in a high-pitched squeel, expressing her objections to my leaving. After a few seconds, the objections stop, and she goes to the master bedroom and sleeps on part of my robe that hangs from the bedpost, onto the floor. I usually return to the house about 3pm, and I apologize for my absence by playing in the back yard.

She takes me around the yard and shows me things that interested her during the day. We have a doggy door. Usually, it’s a branch from a palm tree that fell, a dead lizard in the grass, or strips of flesh that she stripped from the sides of a banana tree. We usually end lying in the grass, with her head propped on my arm, watching a mocking bird, a squirrel, or the kids playing in my neighbors pool.

After checking for leftovers in my lunch box, I go to my home office to work on things like… this. I have a stool under my desk, and that is Athena’s next landing spot. She stays there until I finish, and expects to be carried to the living room. It’s a Pom thing.

She’s only three pounds so far, and it’d funny watching her learn and experience everything for the first time. Today, she learned that she can jump from the back seat in the car, onto the arm rest, and back. Before, she would fall in the floor and stand there with her face between the two front seats. Today we put down the windows at the drive-thru and I watched her listening to the sounds, and smelling all of the flavors of a busy shopping area. She likes to dig the ice cubes out of her water bowl. Some she eats, and the rest she hides for later, some times, in my shoe.

This afternoon, we took a nap on my bed. Her idea of taking care of her human is to lick my ears and eyes. I often travel with sawdust residue from the shop. She did my ears, and moved to my eyes where I still wore my glasses. I saw her coming and removed the glasses, which she chased all over the bed, as if my eyes were in the glasses.

It’s a warm, quiet, Saturday. I think I may open the windows, and go back to bed.

If you’ve read this far, go look at my latest book. Book one, and part of book two, also has a Pomeranian.

Longue Durée I, II, and III

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Extending life, and Pharmaceutical Profits! Only the rich can afford it!

Each time I sat down at the keyboard, the writing got crazier, and more… out there. David Alexander

LD123CoversLongue Duree 1, 2, and 3 are available now on Amazon.

Each book begins and ends, without cliffhangers, and contains adult situations that may offend conservative readers.

Louis Bautista is a wealthy, unknown, currency trader. He enjoys his privacy and his easy way of life. He travels, sails, and has relationships as they become available.

In book 1, Louis is avoiding a hurricane in St. Croix, and flies south to Barbados to wait for an available ticket back to his Condo in West Palm Beach, FL.

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Longue Durée I

While there, he meets a redhead woman, Celia, who brings in a 48′ sailboat, by herself, after her husband dies at sea. She needs to get the boat back to Hilton Head, SC. Louis sees a beautiful wealthy redhead, with a fantasy sailboat, and accepts the captain position. It was a long slow voyage.

The hurricane had passed, so they stopped in St. Croix, for some time on land. While in St. Croix, they witnessed a murder in an alley. Before being shot, the man passed a package to Louis while they were hidden in a dark doorway. This package held the contents for the rest of this series. In two ampules were the ingredients for life everlasting, (Longue Durée), a compound that reversed aging and related medical conditions.

In book 2, the pharmaceutical empire that Louis and his partner Dr. Martin Burstein created had burnt to the ground and the Dr. was killed in the fire. Louis now lived on the sovereign island of Nevis, married to Celia’s little sister and model, Nicole.

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Longue Durée II

Island life became too slow for Louis. Now considerably older, and remarried to Judy, they use Louis’s new identity as Louis Montgomery and create another pharmaceutical empire in Orlando, FL. They produce many derivatives from the original formula, but only Louis has the Longue Durée. Now the second wealthiest person on the planet, Louis marries the wealthiest man’s daughter. Blinded by his lust, he fails to see the evil manipulation that is being carried out.

In book 3, Louis’s values have changed. After his last wife tried to murder him, Louis Montgomery needed a change in his life.

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Longue Durée III

With his self confidence shaken, he leaves the country, hires himself out as a captain on a sailing yacht, and eventually returns to his company in Orlando. With his secret age reversing drug keeping him young, he remained in his mid-thirties, for the last hundred years.

Louis had always been drawn to attractive women. Out of frustration, he went to a church, and met a conservative girl that fascinated him. He was in love, she was completely different, but after making his fortune in scientific research, he doubted their compatibility.

There were battles, conflicts, and separations, but Louis was now a father. His son was still born, and once again, scientific research prevailed, bringing his son back to life. The experimental process that saved him, had a far-reaching payback. Michael, by the age of seven, was working in the company lab, and by fifteen, had expanded his understanding of life, existence, and the composition of the universe beyond all scientists. There were no names for the things he was discovering.

Along with his genius status, Michael was still a teenager, with all of the insecurities, and attitudes. He wanted a car, a job with a paycheck, a girlfriend, and to be able to understand and control the universe.

Each book begins and ends, without cliffhangers, and contains adult situations that may offend conservative readers.

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“I’m the human. You’re the dog!” Therapy on my keyboard. When a writer loses his dog.

Now, she lays on the examination table with an IV in her leg. We petted her and talked to her as she closed her eyes and relaxed for the last time.

 

When a writer loses his dog.
What has brought on this flood of emotions, is the condition of my Pomeranian companion of 15 years. We bought her as a puppy when my construction company went under. I had to file bankruptcy, and moved what I could salvage to Florida. The emotional and financial damage from the Chapter 13 was extremely damaging to my confidence and self-esteem, but Koko helped. She hated sailing, and always wanted to get back to the air-conditioned home, and her fenced in back yard. She slept on my bed, shared my food, and was on my heels at all times. If I worked on a car, or in the garage, I don’t have to worry about her running off. She would always be in the shade of a magnolia tree, or in the grass by the big fern.
A few days ago, we took her to the vet for her shots. Koko has always been overweight, mostly my fault, and recently has lost a lot of weight, and feels like skin and bones. The vet did tests and they came back as terminal kidney disease. She has a year on the long end, now has special dog food, and gets an electrolyte IV. It makes her feel great, and she gets them once a month, at $12.00 a visit. I try not to think about this too much. I have never had kids, and my two Poms, are my kids.

Zenzi, (wolf-sable Pomeranian) is 1-1/2 years old and 8 lbs. She has always had Koko and is sad when they are apart, so I am considering a third Pom.
The Alexander family is up north. I live in East Coast Florida. I am flying up next week to see them. My parents are 84 years old, and it’s been a long time since we have conversed further than Facebook. My wife’s mother died a few years ago and her father is in assisted living, in a private home. It’s cold up there. The news said 17 deg and snow. I keep thinking about Jamaica, but I need to go up north.

(I typed this much, before I went up-north for Thanksgiving. I am now back in Florida.)

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In many ways I wish I had opted for the Jamaican vacation. I bought a coat and some long sleeve shirts before I left, and a few more after arriving. Most, but not all, of the Alexander family, is surviving in the same repetitive life-style they were living fifteen years ago, with one of my sisters floundering, with help and failure so many times, that everyone has now severed their connections. Others have excelled, grown up, and created a great life. My emotions were up and down every few hours, but in general, I tried to keep my opinions to myself. The one common trait that I witnessed after being in other parts of the world so long, is that they seem to acquire gratification from criticizing and speculating on other people, unable to see themselves from outside of their colloquial mold. If I could buy each one a gift, it would be an unlimited airline ticket, with six-month layovers in the countries of their choice. It changes you.

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Upon returning, Koko was looking worse. She was not eating, not drinking, her legs shook when she stood, and diarrhea and vomiting took whatever moisture remained in her fragile body. It was cold for Florida, 55-60 deg at night. Koko would go out, try to poop, get liquid, and then her legs would give out. She would lie in the back yard, in her feces, until I went out looking for her, and brought her back in the house. I blocked her doggy door and spread out a towel on the floor where she likes to sleep.
Zenzi brought her favorite toys to Koko, and laid them down beside her, and backed up to give Koko an advantage to play. After moving all of her favorite toys and getting no response from Koko, she laid on top of her toys and slept beside her.
Saturday morning, I called the Veterinarian. It’s time. Koko seemed to know what we were doing, and welcomed it. Before, she looked at me, to make it better. I could only lie in the floor with her and gently pet her. My voice seemed to soothe her and she would sleep. Now, she lays on the examination table with an IV in her leg. We petted her and talked to her as she closed her eyes and relaxed for the last time.
“I’m the human! You’re the dog!” This is often heard in my house when I think the fur-babies are taking control. Right now, I would gladly give up my authority. Zenzi is confused. She keeps looking for Koko. She comes in my office, sits by my feet, and looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “How can I explain this to her?”

She lays, all of the time, in the living room where Koko slept. Her toys are still accumulated there, and she sleeps on top of her biggest one. They used to chase each other around the coffee table, but now she barks at me until I follow her into the living room and run around the coffee table with her. (Yes, I do it.) Poms need partners. I am looking for a female puppy for her. This is a bad time of year for puppy buying with Christmas coming. She may be doing a solo-show until 2020. Affordable POM puppy? Email me! DBAlexander@cfl.rr.com

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In book II of Longue Duree, Extending Life, Louis had a Pomeranian named Koko. He too, went through the above scenario, but his Koko died of bladder cancer. I’ve noticed that many things I write often come true before the book is live. Louis also became a very wealthy man… “I’m waiting!”

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The KoKo Plant. A pomeranian with roots.

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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.

 

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