Simba Dog

I have some sad news.  My Aunt Blizzard died today.  I’ve mentioned her in my blog before.  She had some nerve damage in her spine that made her back legs and some other parts stop working.  She was in a lot of pain.  But now she’s not.

My Aunt Blizzard

Aunt Blizzard was a beautiful white German Shepherd.  She was nine years old.  I put her picture here so you can see her.  I’m sad that I never got to meet her in person.  I’ve heard so much about her.  They tell me she was a good girl—not naughty like Nalla.  She took real good care of Grandma and Grandpa too.  No matter how busy she was, she’d always make time to take Grandpa for a walk when he wanted to go out.  And even if she wasn’t hungry, she always had room for one more of Grandma’s cookies.

She protected them too.  Grandma and Grandpa live in a place where there are wild animals like bears.  Aunt Blizzard would scare them away!  And she slept on the floor by their bedroom door every night to make sure they stayed safe.

Dad says she’s in heaven now with my Uncle Champ and my Cousin Lazarus.  I never met them either, but they’re all there together and waiting for us.  Some day we’ll all go there and then we can run and play and get to know each other.  Until then, we’re all going to miss you Aunt Blizzard.  But we’ll all see you in heaven some day.  Everyone except Nalla.  She’s going to the other place.

It wasn’t me! Honest! No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I don’t speak English and Mom and Dad don’t speak Pomeranian. When Dad would come in and find dog poop on the floor he’d always ask, “who pooped on the floor?” Since I couldn’t defend myself, we’d both get blamed.

I know I haven’t always been perfect in this area.  I have been know to pee on the floor a time or two. But lately I’ve been very good. If there’s dog poop on the floor you can be sure it’s Nalla’s.

But now, through the use of technology, I was finally able to prove my innocence! I set up a webcam and caught her in the act. When I showed Dad the video he apologized for ever doubting me.

Watch here as Nalla pees and poops on the floor.  What a pig! After spending a few minutes outside she comes in, pees on the floor and goes back out. Then, three minutes later, she poops on the floor twice! I was outside when she did it. Between the two poopings she checked outside to make sure I wasn’t watching. When I came in I found that filthy dog pooped on the floor twice. Even after being sent away for training twice, not to mention all the training she gets at home, she still insists on peeing and pooping on the floor. We’re all hoping she learns this housebreaking thing soon. But until she does, at least they won’t be blaming me anymore. If you have any suggestions please post them here. No one like to live with dog poop on the floor. Not even me, and I’m a dog.

How time flies. It seems like just yesterday I wrote about Santa Paws. A lot has happened since then. I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write. Let me get you up-to-date on what’s been going on around here.

For Christmas, Mom and Dad went to visit Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Blizzard and other family on the East Coast.  At first they were going to take Nalla and me with them, but then they found out that airline tickets for us cost more than theirs. Well, duh! We Pomeranians only fly first class and need to be pampered. It’s not like we can ride in a box under the seat or something. So we didn’t go. Instead they sent us to boarding school for two weeks. Actually, we stayed at the teacher’s house with his family. He taught us a lot of stuff I already knew like sit and come and where to go potty. I don’t remember the rest. Nalla was really bad. She doesn’t seem to get that whole potty thing. She was flinging poop everywhere, just like she does here. I think I heard that she’ll be going back for more training.

When we got back home from our training we were so happy that we would be able to relax and go back to our normal lifestyle. You can’t imagine the shock we had when we got home and found a dog pen set up for us in the basement. It’s a fenced in area along the wall. There’s an automatic dog door that opens into the dog run my dad and grandpa built for me last summer. It’s really not so bad. I’ll take some pictures and post them here when I get a chance. But the worst part is that I had to share this small pen with Nalla. They’re now letting us share the same space. So I’m stuck with her all day, every day. Sometimes it’s fun, but sometimes she just gets on my nerves.

Nalla went to the vet last week. She got sprayed. She came home wearing a big plastic cone on her head so she couldn’t lick herself. I had to wear one just like it when they had me tutored. But somehow she figured out how to get out of it. She kept taking it off when no one was around. So they’re not making her wear it anymore. That’s not fair, because I had to wear mine for two weeks. Imagine not being able to lick yourself for two whole weeks!

Well, I’ll end on that note for now. I’ll try to keep this blog updated more often.

Thats Nalla and me with Santa Paws.  Nalla didn’t know who Santa Paws is so I had to explain to her.  I really didn’t know either until just recently.  Everybody tells the story a little differently, but here’s what I’ve managed to figure out…

Every year around this time this fat guy named Santa Paws puts on his red pajamas and goes around the world giving out treats to good kids like me.  All year long he watches us and keeps a list of who’s good and who’s bad.  If we’re bad we don’t get any treats.  But if we’re good we get lots of toys and treats.  That’s all I really know.

He officially makes his rounds on Christmas Eve, but this weekend when we were at PetSmart we saw him.  He must have been there shopping for treats for me because he knows that’s my favorite store.  He sat us on his lap and asked what we want for Christmas.  So I told him I want a new blue bumpy bone like the one Nalla keeps taking away from me, a bag of Chicken Poppers, a bag of Chicken Chips, and a giant Kong stuffed with other treats.  I told him where everything is so he shouldn’t have trouble finding them.  He said he’ll see what he can do.

I don’t think Nalla’s going to get anything because she’s always naughty.  The only time she’s not getting into trouble is when she’s sleeping.  So I’m sure she must be on Santa’s naughty list.  But I’ve been very good, so I’m going to get everything I asked for.

My sister Nalla keeps stealing my toys.  She’s not happy playing with her own toys.  She has to take mine.  Whatever I’m playing with, that’s what she wants.  I have a Kong and she has a Kong.  But does she play with hers?  Nooooo!  She wants mine.  So I chase her around and try to take my toys back.  But she’s just a little puppy and I don’t want to hurt her.  So usually I just let her have them.

As you can see in this video, she’s fast and has a lot of energy.  I was just like her two years ago when I was a puppy.  Now I’m grown up and more mature.  Don’t get me wrong… I still like to run and jump and play as much as any other Pomeranian.  I’m just not as active as she is anymore.  When we go for walks she runs ahead and from side to side, just like I used to.  In a lot of ways she’s just like me when I was young.  So I guess some day she’ll calm down and be more like I am now; a mature, intelligent, well-behaved and good-mannered dog.  Oh, and I forgot to mention humble too.