Hello, my name is Simba

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.