Charley was so afraid of us and so timid he seemed to be afraid of his own shadow. While at the rescue we pick him up in our arms and spoke to him to reassure him that he was going to the most loving forever home. He was not that impressed but we kept talking to him and reassuring him.
The rescue was very accommodating and really seemed like they wanted the best for Charley… they even gave us a brand new bed so he could sleep well at night. He was so scared on the way home, he vomited all over the carrier… he was a little nervous wreck. All I could do is hold Charley and comfort him by telling him, daddy will NOT ever hurt you or let anyone else hurt him either. As you could imagine it took a long time to get him to trust me. I don’t know what he went through but it must have been really bad.
Over the past couple of years we have bonded and he has now come to trust me and not fear me. It’s an awesome feeling to know that an awesome Pomeranian like Charley could get over the bad things that happened to him and become a huge part of my life.
Now, he is daddy’s little boy and we love each other very much. He has to go where ever I go. When I get up in the morning, he comes running to stand in front of me to get all my affection… kisses, hugs and belly rubs abound. Every morning is like a bountiful of awesome.
He sleeps with us… yes he is that spoiled and deserves it. Because he is spoiled rotten he has since taken over the end of the bed… we refuse to fight him for it. We have our established night time ritual of me massaging him and he giving me kisses… and he loves it. I have to admit… I love it too.
I didn’t realize how fast he learned things but he learns very fast. Instead of us teaching him to do things he’s teaching us. He even has Charley ques and has taught us when he wants to eat or go outside. He will stand in front of me and stare at me till I ask him what he wants. When I hit the right one, he spins in circles and ‘sneezes’… it is awesome to be able to communicate like that.
He has been such a welcome part of our family. He was there to fill the empty hole in my heart from my previous Pom, Fred, who had died a month earlier from congested heart failure at 15 years old. I raised Fred from a little newborn, bottle feeding him and taking on all the Pommy Mommy responsibilities… his passing broke my heart. So Charley came at just the right moment and has played a very special role in our family. I don’t think I could have found such a perfect little boy.