August 2008

Daddy’s home! He came home the other night. As I said in my last post, he had been out of town for a while. I was so happy he was back that I pee’d on the floor a few times to show him. He got mad because he doesn’t understand why I do that. I guess it’s a dog thing. Sometimes during the night I pee on the floor in the hallway outside the bedroom. I didn’t always pee on the floor; I am trained to go only in a designated area or outside when I can get out. But since we moved into this new house I pee on the floor a lot. I really don’t know why I have such a desire to do this. If you have any ideas that will help me stop, please let me know.

I’m usually a happy dog. I love to run and play and I love people; all people, especially little people. But right now I have a bad case of dog depression. If you don’t know what dog depression is, it’s one of those canine health problems that many humans can’t understand. We dogs, especially Pomeranians, suffer from separation anxiety when people we love leave us. This leads to depression. When I get this way I just lay around the house. Playing with my toys isn’t fun anymore. I’m not hungry either. I just want to sleep and forget my troubles.

It all started several weeks ago. My cousins Christina and Jessica from North Dakota came to visit me. They were here for a few days. I’m not sure how many days because I don’t know how to count. Hey, I’m a Pomeranian. Give me a break! Anyway, every morning I would wake up, run in their bedroom and we would play all day. Then one day they went away and didn’t come back. Usually when they’d go away they’d come back before night. But they didn’t come back. The next morning I went to their room to see if they were back, but they weren’t. I was bummed.

Last week the same thing happened. This time my other cousins Morgan and Brooke came to stay with me. They also stayed a few days. It seemed like even more days, but I can’t say for sure. Every morning I ran into their room and we would play all day. Then one morning they left and didn’t return at night. I checked their room more than once since then, but it doesn’t look like they’re coming back either. Now here’s where the story gets worse…

My dad goes to work every morning. He rubs my tummy (I like that), tells me I’m a good boy (I like that too), gives me a treat (I really like that) and then he leaves. I get angry when he leaves. I usually complain and yell at him while he’s walking out the door. But he always comes home at night. So here’s the scary part. The same day that Morgan and Brooke left, dad left. But this time he didn’t come home at night. When he left he said some words I didn’t understand… business trip… california… I wish I was paying closer attention. But I’m a dog and dogs don’t have much of an attention span. Especially when a doggy treat is about to be tossed. It has been several days now and he’s not home yet. At first I was worried about him, ’cause, you know, he’s out there all alone without me to take care of him. But tonight I heard his voice! Mommy was talking to him on the phone. So I know he’s ok. But I don’t know where he is or if he’s ever coming home. I hope it’s not because I’m a bad boy. Sometimes he tells me I am, like when I pee on the carpet. That’s another story, but I don’t want to talk about that right now. I only want daddy to come home.

Me at four months old

Hello, my name is Simba and I’m a Pomeranian. In case you’re wondering, I was named after that lion in the movie because my mom said I looked like him when I was a puppy. Personally, I think I was a lot cuter. But then, I don’t like cats too much. Here’s a picture of me when I was four months old. You can decide for yourself.

I do live up to my name, though. I am the king in my house. Sometimes I feel like a lion trapped in a dog’s body. And excuse me if I sound conceited, but I really am cute. Wherever I go people always come over and want to pet me; mostly women. I don’t mind. Actually I like the attention. My dad says I’m a chic magnet. Oh yeah!

So what’s it like being a spoiled rotten Pomeranian? Not bad! I’ll tell you about it sometime. But right now I need to go to sleep. I hope mom & dad aren’t in my bed again. I hate it when they make me sleep on the floor. Sometimes they forget that I’m the king.