Pono

My daughter found a neglected 6 pound scrap of elderly Pomeranian wandering outside our neighborhood in the dead of night. He was not appealing: his collar had to be cut out of (color indeterminate) matted dreadlocks, his toenails were so long they looked like curling Indian slippers, and something was VERY wrong with his hind legs so that he listed and bobbled like a sailor under the influence.
     I was smitten. Utte...

When I was young, my brothers and I had a little dog named Cree. She was a mutt; that much is certain. Yet, she was beautiful as any pure-breed show dog. Although she had the same general appearance as an Irish setter, she was small and her fur was black. Cree was fun-loving and would romp and play like any dog, but she also had a quiet grace and gentle brown eyes, full of love for us. She made no secret of that ...