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Pomeranian Love, 8825 Sheltowee Trl, Hernando, MS (2026)

09/27/2026

So about 4 months ago I unexpectedly inherited a teacup Pomeranian in the wake of my mother-in-laws unexpected passing. This poor girl was never taken outside, was found in conditions that make my stomach turn - matted hair, butt full of p**p, coat yellowed from lack of care and ci******es etc. - and I was grateful and lucky enough to be the one she chose to open up to and allow touch her and pet her and get her back to a better place. She was immediately groomed and taken to the vet to get updated on all her shots and a thorough exam. And once she was shaved down and no longer was covered in mats and could p**p without being in pain, it was like a whole new dog emerged! She rarely saw sunlight and adores being outside and going for rides and I’ve done everything I can to give her the best life although I have absolutely still fallen short on this one. 😓

Unable to obtain the ability to get her to regular grooming (long story short, the funds are “tied up in probate” according to my husband… he just doesn’t seem to want the responsibility so… there’s that).

Anyways! She had some bad p**ps this past weekend and I was away. Never again is she not coming with me. Because the poor girls behind is covered and matted and causing her distress. She doesn’t let me groom her or bathe her without getting aggressive but I have always been able to keep her clean and happy in other ways.

I immediately scheduled her a grooming appointment and have had my parents help with the costs because no longer am I going to allow my husband to control her wellbeing in such ways. She will be going to the groomer tomorrow, however, she is so uncomfortable from the matting and stuck p**p that I haven’t been able to do anything to help her without her getting snippy and aggressive with me.

Any suggestions to help comfort her and maybe clean up / sanitize her back end in the meantime? Any suggestions to help me better introduce her to water as well would be amazing.

Really ANY advice to help me be better with her is needed and greatly appreciated!

-AliceAlias

09/27/2026

Is your pomeranian more playful, stubborn, sleepy, or dramatic?

09/27/2026

Hi everyone. I have a pom named Billy who will be 9 in May. He's super chilled, lives lounging around all day and absolutely loves humans. He was getting more and more nervous- frightened of wheelie bins, buses, prams, scooters etc. We thought it would be a good idea to get him a friend, to maybe help his confidence and sometimes he looks about bored jist round me and my husband all day as we both work from home. So last weekend we got Bean. He's 10 weeks old and absolutely mental! I was seriously regretting my life choices by Monday! He doesnt stop! I don't remember Billy being this energetic! I've started putting him in a pen for naps and that seems to have calmed him down a little. On the plus side he's very clever, haven't even bothered with puppy pads, he's already going outside 99% of the time. Hes getting pretty good with sit already. Billy isn't too fussed at the minute. He'll have a little play with him and then bat him away when he gets too much. It's Thursday today and i feel like today and yesterday have been OK, but before they I was seriously regretting getting the gorgeous little demon!

-WankSandwich

09/26/2026

I have a 6-year old female retired dog. I got her last April. The breeder infromed she has a 4-month old female. I am 85%, yes to get her so that my pom has a sister. In other words, better mental stimulation, shes not bored, and has a sister. Thoughts?

-naaltrials

09/26/2026

So... I adopted an older Pomeranian. ❤️

I knew she came with a few scars.

What I didn't know was that she'd also come with a heart that had clearly been broken before.

The first few days, she followed me everywhere.
🚽 Bathroom? Right outside the door.
🍳 Kitchen? Watching to make sure I didn't disappear.
🚪 Taking out the trash? She'd sit by the door, staring at me like I was leaving forever.

Sometimes she looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and I swear she's asking...

"You're coming back... right?"

Every single time, my answer is the same:

"Always." ❤️

She still has little moments of anxiety.

Loud noises make her flinch.
New places make her nervous.
If I leave the room for too long, she comes looking for me.

Then I found something that became her little source of comfort...

A soft octopus toy. 🐙

I honestly didn't expect much, but from the very first day, she refused to let it out of her sight.

She carries it around the house.
She falls asleep with it tucked under her chin.
And whenever she's feeling anxious, she'll gently hold it in her mouth until she calms down.

If anyone else has an anxious dog, this is the one she's completely obsessed with:

👉 https://americanapicks.com/products/octopus-toy

It's her comfort.
Her security blanket.
Her little reminder that she's finally safe.

Watching an older rescue dog slowly learn to trust again is something I'll never be able to put into words.

She doesn't need a perfect past anymore.

She has a forever home.

And somehow...

I think she rescued me just as much as I rescued her. ❤️

09/26/2026

My fiancé can’t stand my Pomeranian.
So here’s today’s “announcement”!

He’s a purebred Pomeranian — my fluffy little companion for two years.
Tiny frame, cloud-like coat, and big confident eyes that act like he’s ten times his actual size.
He walks like he owns the entire house… and honestly, he believes he does.

“Perfect manners”? He prefers selective listening.
That thick double coat turns into a floating fur storm the moment you touch him,
and somehow, he still manages to look like a perfectly styled little prince.

At night, he doesn’t bark… he *announces his presence*.
Every sound outside is urgent news. Every shadow is suspicious.
And at 6 a.m. sharp, he’s ready to start the day — whether anyone asked or not.

Food? He inspects it first, like a tiny royal food critic.
When you walk in, don’t expect subtlety —
Pomeranians are bold, dramatic, and extremely aware of their audience.

Bad day? He won’t quietly comfort you —
he’ll climb into your space, demand attention, and make sure your sadness is temporarily suspended for grooming and admiration duties.

He doesn’t bite much.
But he *does* have strong opinions, dramatic reactions, and a belief that he’s the most important living being in the room.

So…
If anyone wants my selfish, dramatic, slightly overprotective fiancé —
this 40-year-old “specimen” —
please, come pick him up.

My Pomeranian and I would be delighted to find him a new home!

09/26/2026

What is the longest time your pomeranian has stayed angry with you?

09/25/2026

Me and my partner just adopted this little orange cute thing and named her Sushi 🍣

We are currently in Japan and eating sushi (the dish) every day, since it's our favorite food. Especially here in Japan. While we were thinking about names (we came up with the craziest names), my boyfriend suddenly shouted: "Sushi!!! That's a cute name!!!"

And that ladies and gentlemen, is how the name Sushi was born.

What's the name of your Pom? And whats the story behind it?

-Fabiola

09/25/2026

I was driving home on a back road when I saw them—two Pomeranians huddled together on the shoulder, tiny bodies puffed up but trembling every time a car rushed past. My heart sank. They weren’t just lost. They were dumped. You could tell by the way they stayed glued to that one spot, like they were still waiting for the person who left them to come back.

I pulled over and opened my door, and both of them darted into the tall grass. Little flashes of fur, gone in seconds. Terrified. Shaking. I called animal control, but they said it would be hours. There was no way I could leave them there. So I sat down on the ground and waited.

About twenty minutes later, a woman in a beat-up sedan pulled up. She stepped out holding a bag of dog food and said, “I saw them earlier. I had to come back.” That was all it took—we both knew we weren’t leaving without them.

For the next hour, we worked slowly—soft voices, gentle movements, small handfuls of kibble. The smaller one, a little orange sable female with wide, anxious eyes, finally crept close enough to sniff my hand. The slightly bigger male, a fluffy cream puff, stayed right behind her—nervous but loyal, never letting her face us alone. Wherever she went, he followed. Completely bonded. Inseparable. And somehow, someone had still thrown them away like they meant nothing.

Eventually, they trusted us enough to come close. We carefully got them into my car, one step at a time. When I tried to thank the woman—offer her something—she just smiled and shook her head. “They deserve a chance,” she said. “That’s enough for me.”

They’re safe now. Cleaned up, fed, and curled up together on blankets in my living room—finally able to rest. I’ve reached out to rescues… but honestly? I don’t know if I can let them go. After everything they’ve been through, they still choose each other—and that kind of bond is hard to walk away from.

To whoever dumped them: karma is real.

And to the woman who came back—you reminded me there’s still good in people. 🐾

09/24/2026

I want to start by saying I am a 34-year-old man who had never owned so much as a goldfish. My ex left. My apartment went quiet in a way that felt heavier every night. My therapist suggested I get “something living” to take care of. I assumed she meant a houseplant.

Instead, a coworker sent me a rescue post: two 10-week-old Pomeranian puppies—brother and sister—needed an emergency foster because the shelter was overcrowded.
“Just two weeks,” she told me. “You literally just have to keep them alive.”

That sounded manageable. I picked them up thinking: I’ll keep them in one space, feed them twice a day, and absolutely under no circumstances will I get attached.

**The Takeover**
Day one: One of them—a tiny puff of fluff with a fox-like face—pranced into the living room like she owned the place.
Day three: I woke up to both of them perched on me, staring like royalty waiting for their morning service.
Day five: I bought them a fancy bed. They ignored it. Apparently, the preferred sleeping arrangement is still my chest… or directly on my pillow.

**The Pomeranian Personality**
Here’s what nobody really prepares you for with Pomeranian puppies—they may be small, but they come with *big main-character energy*.
If I stop paying attention, I get a sharp little bark like, *“Excuse me? You forgot someone important.”*
One has decided she’s in charge of security—every noise gets a dramatic alert like the house is under siege.
The other brings me “treasures.” A toy. A sock. Once a piece of paper she proudly carried like it was priceless.

They don’t just want attention—they expect admiration. Constantly.

**The Decision**
Then the rescue coordinator called at the two-week mark.
“Great news,” she said. “We found a new home waiting for one of the puppies.”

Just one.

I looked down at the two little Pomeranians curled up together—tiny bodies, huge personalities somehow finally quiet—and something in my chest just… shifted.

“No,” I said.

A pause. “No… to that plan?”

“They’re not getting separated,” I said. “They’re staying together… with me.”

There was a long silence on the other end.
“Sir… you said you’ve never had a pet before.”

I looked around my apartment. Fur everywhere. Toys scattered like confetti. And two tiny rulers who clearly think I work for them.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I do now.”

**The Aftermath**
My therapist asked how the “houseplant” was going. So I sent her a picture of two fluffy little divas passed out on my chest. She replied with three words:

“That’s not a plant.”

No. It’s better.

**Foster Fail Anniversary: 4 months.**
They’re still tiny, still loud, and still completely convinced they run this place.

I might need a bigger couch.
Or… a crown. 🐾

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