My Little Buggy :)

After I graduated high school, I had to give away my third dog because I had just moved to my sister's house. She had recently had my nephew Jesse, and my dog was really hyper and required a lot of attention. I had also just started working, and my dog was beginning to be neglected. Giving him away was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. My dog looked at me as if to say, "Where are you going? Are you upset at me?" I cried so much. He was a beautiful Sheltie and only a year old. He got adopted the very next day by a nice family with children. That was my greatest comfort. A year later, I was feeling lonely without a pet; I was used to having one. At that point, my mom and I were living in Monica's basement so we had our own space and more privacy. We decided we needed the smallest dog possible, and after a little research, we opted for a Pomeranian.

I found Sasha's breeder in the newspaper. She was only three weeks old when we went to the farm to pick her out of the litter. When I held her up in my arms, she started licking my finger, and I knew she was mine. I had to wait another 5 weeks to pick her up. It felt like forever, and I was keeping it a secret from my sister to surprise her. Finally, the day I brought her home and placed the extremely small, one-pound fur-ball in the middle of the kitchen floor, and my sister squealed in absolute glee, I knew everyone would be more than happy to have her there.

When Sasha was a puppy she was mischievous. She would drag our socks and underwear, that were twice as big as her, under the dining room table. When I would let her outside in the backyard to pee, she would crawl underneath the fence and run to the end of the cul-de-sac in search of the children's voices she heard as they played. We would put the child security fence up to block the staircase, and the tiny thing would somehow manage to climb over it and proceed upstairs to find us. She was and still is spoiled by everyone!! Anyone who would see her would beg to hold her and would ask where I bought her. She eventually became convinced that she is not a dog at all, but a human like us. LOL!

She is well trained though. When I live in Orlando on the third floor of our then apartment complex, she would go down the long two flights of stairs all by herself to go potty. When she needs to go bad, she sits by the door with her butt completely up against it waiting to be let out. When she is told to stay, even if she barks nonstop in protest, she will not move until she is given permission. She is super smart, and when she has done something wrong, she hides, LOL!

She is very expressive and loving. She rubs up and down my body like a cat does when she wants to be caressed. She gets jealous and starts whimpering when I, or anyone she is particularly fond of, give others excessive attention. And when I am down, she seems to notice, and comes and sits on me or by me gazing into my eyes in attempt to comfort me. She is my hairy baby, an additional member of the family, and a sweet canine companion. Everyone that knows her has a fun memory about her; and my nephews and niece have plenty of stories of cuddling her, playing with her, harassing her, and messing with her for hours. She is the dog that has been with me the longest of the four I have owned, and she has traveled everywhere with me. From Virginia to Florida to Pennsylvania to New York and now to California, she is truly a blessing God has given me and has allowed me to share with so many people and places. My little buggy (as I call her) has even done background work with me on set. She is my doll, and has given me and many others much joy and happiness.

I love you little bonita, and I hope you are with me for many more years.

P.S. It is proven that people with pets are happier, healthier, and kinder than those without. If you don't already have one, go get one and increase the quality of your life! :)