
This is a picture of my baby pom pom Charlie I took on my phone. He's actually a year-and-a-half old, but he's still my baby. Here he is doing what he does best - pestering me for food. When I first got him, he was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. I was actually at the pet store to meet with a lady who was bringing several long-haired teacup Chihuahuas for me to choose from, but she called after I got there to let me know she was running late and wouldn't be able to leave her home for another two hours. On top of that, she lived in another state, so I would have to come back several hours later to meet her. Before I left the store, though, I decided to look around for some cute stuff for my new puppy. When I got to the back and was looking into the glass enclosure that housed the pets available for sale, this adorable little fuzzy head popped out of a pile of shredded newspaper. I asked the owner of the store if I could play with the puppy for a little bit. Once it was out of the cage, I discovered it was a tiny male Pomeranian, and he instantly started following me around the store. He was right at my heels for almost an entire hour while I looked through everything else in the store. By then, I was so attached to him that I had to ask the owner to call the lady that was supposed to meet me later and tell her not to come - I had already found my puppy. About a year, 2 lbs, and (thankfully) much more hair later, Charlie, as I decided to call him, still follows me everywhere, and I don't regret even for a second that I passed on that Chihuahua.

Charlie at 3 months
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?





