I’m a journalist and I work at a local paper in St. Louis, Mo. A reporter’s schedule can sometimes be hectic and demanding, but luckily I live close to the newspaper and can usually use my lunch break to come home and check on Foxy and Bear-Bear. Of course, my husband Travis, is a huge help in taking care of our boys, too! We always coordinate our schedules to make sure Foxy and Bear-Bear are taken care of. My mom, a.k.a. Foxy and Bear-Bear’s grandma (she even has a shirt that says “My Grandchild is a Pomeranian!”) is also a big help in watching and taking care of our boys whenever Travis and I need help.
My two precious Poms, Foxy and Bear-Bear, came to me in a very special way. It was 2008 and my then fiance, Travis, and I were living in towns 100 miles apart. I had moved a year prior to take a job at a large newspaper, so while my career was going well, I was missing Travis terribly. Coming home to my small, empty apartment every night was very lonely. Every weekend, Travis would come visit me and one of our favorite pastimes was visiting the local pet shop to look at the Pomeranian puppies. We would go into a private room with a Pom puppy and hold it and play with it.
I have loved Poms ever since my parents got me my first Pom, Sugar, when I was 4 years old. So, when Travis and I started talking about the possibility of getting a dog, I had my heart set on a Pomeranian. One day while I was at work, Travis emailed me a photo of two precious Pomeranian puppies that a couple had for sale in a town that was halfway between where Travis and I were living. As soon as I saw the photo I went crazy, and I wanted to go see (and get!) those puppies!
So, I called the lady minutes later and told her that we would like to come see them that weekend, but I would get back with her to set up the day and time. I could not stop thinking about how much I wanted those puppies! But, later that day when I called the woman back, she told me, ‘Oh, I’m sorry… we just sold the puppies. WHAT?!?!?! I was distraught that she had already sold them – and in a matter of just a few hours! I called Travis to tell him how upset I was and he tried to cheer me up by saying there would be lots more puppies we could look at. (As you read the next part of the story, keep in mind that Travis was an hour and a half drive away from me, and we only got to see each other on the weekends.)
Back to the story… Later that night, which was a Tuesday, I was on my way home from working the late shift at the newspaper and Travis and I were on the phone. I was (again) telling him how upset I was about the puppies being sold before we could see them. I specifically remember him saying, “Well, don’t worry, if you wish for something enough, it might come true.” I headed to my little apartment, still on the phone with Travis and found a note on my door from the landlord… I thought, saying to be careful when I opened the bathroom because he had fixed a leak. The note said, ‘Watch out for puddles.’ No big deal, but I figured I’d check it out. I was still on the phone with Travis, telling him about the note when I opened the bathroom door and saw a cage on the floor… I looked down and what did I see??? THE TWO POMERANIAN PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!!!
I started crying and shrieking and the puppies came out wagging their little tails. Travis, who had been hiding upstairs in my apartment, came running downstairs to surprise me even more! It took me several minutes to process everything. I was just crying and smiling, and still in shock. Travis had called the woman with the puppies and worked out the whole surprise. HE was the one she had sold the puppies to! I couldn’t believe it! It still remains one of the biggest surprises and greatest joys of my life.
When Travis was trying to decide which puppy to get, he couldn’t pick just one! There were two brothers, so he wanted to keep them together, and they were too cute to pass up! So, that’s how we came to have Foxy and Bear-Bear in our lives. They got their names based on their looks – one looked like a little Fox and the other one looked like a little Bear! Foxy and Bear-Bear made it much easier to come home to my apartment while Travis and I had to be apart.
Luckily, one year later, we moved to the same town. The rest, as they say, is history. From the moment those little cherubs came into my life, I have tried to be the ultimate Pommy Mommy. The first night we had them, Travis was already calling me their Mama, and every day he tells them, “Go see Mama!” or “Mama’s home,” and they come running toward me! I love cuddling with Foxy and Bear-Bear, who I affectionately refer to as my boys. I have spoiled them ridiculously, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. They were even a part of our wedding day.
I love dressing them up for holidays, taking them sledding in the winter, swimming in the summer and much more!! We even made them personalized party hats for their birthdays, and of course, there are presents and pupcake every year! They were 12 weeks old when my husband brought them home to me and we celebrated their fifth birthday in April. My husband has showered Foxy and Bear-Bear with love and spoils me with all things Pomeranian!! During the past four years, I have acquired “Pom Mom” clothes, Pom tennis shoes, purses, jewelry, figurines, wall hangings, the list goes on and on. Foxy and Bear-Bear bring so much joy to our lives on a daily basis. They are always so happy to see Mama, and of course, they love Travis, too! They are such happy little pups – always smiling, especially Bear-Bear!!
They love to run and play in the yard, go for walks and are up for pretty much anything. Bear-Bear is especially close to me – he’s a Mama’s Boy and follows me everywhere. Foxy is the sweetest little thing ever, but he’s more of the strong, silent type and likes to buddy up with Travis and do “man things,” like working out in the yard. They also like to go out to my parents house in the country where they explore the woods and have fun taking paddle boat rides on the pond! They are involved in every aspect of our lives and I love that.
It’s been a tough year at our house since Foxy suffered from a stroke in April 2013. Our poor little guy spent 7 days and nights in an intensive care unit fighting for his life, then had months of rehab when he got home. Foxy is the toughest, bravest little Pom ever and he’s made a remarkable recovery. We couldn’t be more overjoyed. He has truly taught us not to take anything for granted and enjoy life to the fullest. Someday, I would love to have more Poms, but for now, I’m focusing all of the Pommy Mommy love I have on Foxy and Bear-Bear. I have a passion for Poms, and I’m so happy I’ve found Pommy Mommy and this community to share my love of all things Pomeranian with! Thank you for letting me share my story with you, and I look forward to hearing yours! Peace, Love and Pomeranians!