Ahem. Clear your throat. Ok, now, to the tune
of "It's Starting To Look a Lot Like Christmas",
“He's starting to look a lot like a Shepherd”
As a 7 week old, seemed this was a large, puffy, black Pomeranian. At 4 ½ months, it's clear he's a long coat Shepherd. Busy going to school with his daddy, can't figure out if he should ferociously guard
the car or jump out of the window and greet the people, doesn't talk back, you
don't have to sit with him while he falls asleep, he doesn’t complain about his
friends or a losing soccer game, he has homework, bites more than human kids
do, his kisses are dangerously , wonderfully nibbly, he loves to wrestle and
growl ( my favorite) follow rules ( Kevin's favorite) has huge wolfey teeth on
the way in, And while you're asleep, he loves to throw himself on top of you
both and and cuddle. As in , BAM. Old Shiva Louisa Latrine not appreciative but
possibly more spoiled, and relishing our insistence upon her dominance. Looks
like feels like smells like sounds like heaven... to me.
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