Welcome to my blog. I am a pomeranian dog who lives with a family of 4 in New York. Their names are John, Analisa, Benjamin and Sarah. They adopted me from a pet store. I tried for 4 months to be adopted, and surprisingly, went through the Christmas season without anybody taking me home. I can't understand it because I am very cute and lively. I am also quite smart.

Anyway, one day in February a tall man with salt and pepper hair came to visit. We played for a few minutes, and he left. A few days later the same man came to visit with a boy of about 10 years old (I scolded them because it was a school day and the boy didn't look particularly sick). The boy liked me and kept pleading with the man to take me. I thought things were looking up. But sadly, they left without me. A few days later the man with the hair, the pleading boy, and a little girl, came into the shop. They came in and spent most of the time with the neighboring white pomeranian. Let me tell you: she was a snitty girl with weepy eyes. All she seemed to care about was how she looked. I pulled out all the stops and did every trick I had (more about those later). After the longest hour of my life, they decided to take me to their home.