She loves them. They're all happy with the chaos and don't understand the seriousness of her crimes. I, too, love her. She's very affectionate. She thinks she's a lap dog and gets in my lap if I sit on the floor. It's too funny. But I'm about at my wits end, I'll admit. It's just never ending. People say to me "Do you have plenty of things for her to chew on?" Well, yeah! (Insert sarcasm) I'm sort of smart sometimes. The problem with that is she goes through those chewy things so fast and it's costing me a fortune. If I buy two big rawhide bones for about $7 it will last about a week. That's about $30 a month. That's a lot, you know. So I have trauma. Sweet Sinda just may kill me.
He's my mom's Pom. He's crazy happy all the time. He's bouncy and playful. He throws his toys up and runs. He's just full of life and joy. Then here's My Pom, Rocky:
Now, let me make it clear that I'm not complaining about Rocky. Next to Sinda he's a dream come true. I'm just making a point about different dogs within the same breed being totally different.