Here is our Brynn : )
Brynn was our sweet little Blue and Tan girl we got from Barbara Breden. From day one she stormtrooped us and took over the whole household. We quickly adapted her name to Brynn-devil as she was always getting into so much mischief :)
My favorite story to tell about Brynn is how she came to sleep with us at such a young age :) We had picked her up from the airport and she HATED her crate!!! After listening to her for almost 2 hours of non-stop whining my husband allowed her into our bed. I think it was more so that he could go to sleep than anything else :) He was still at the stage that all poms were ankle biters or Hawk bait. (My favorite nickname of his was the wannabe's....he said they just wanna be a bigger dog) Well so here is little Brynnie up in bed with us.....And half way thru the night Allan wakes me up with shouts and cuss words aplenty....here she had woken up and chose his head as the potty place! He swore she would not come back into the bed ever....Within an hour there she was right back up there though. He said he could not stand to hear her cry. He said he hated her and grumbled for quite awhile. There she went above my head and was all cuddled up, Shasta and Allan were obviously still put out by the disruption.
Brynn and I fell back asleep.
Somewhere around dawn, again, I was awakened by Allan... Again Brynn had peed right on his head....come to find out she tried to wake him up, but he did not respond. From that day on when she whimpered, my "sound as a rock" sleeping hubby would rush to get her out.
Thus Brynn was housetrained in a short amount of time :)
Allan however hates this story and hates for anyone to know this one.....but to me it was something she did and it was funny. I think she more trained him, and with Poms that is quite the feat!
My Dad constantly teased me as I ended up carrying her wherever I went to avoid the messes she would create. He called her the legless wonder and when I would appease him and put her down it was very quickly he would ask me to pick her back up!!!!
One of her funny antics, much to Shasta's disgust was to grab Shasta's leash to take her for a walk.....here was this tiny ball of fluff trying with all her might to pull full grown Shasta in whatever direction little Brynn wanted to go :) Poor Shasta tolerated Brynn with the patience of a saint and we never tired of watching the two of them together :)
Brynn was never the smartest girl but we still loved her....As She matured she moved into a new nickname of Spazzy. She tolerated the other dogs as they came but was not real happy that her status kept sinking until she was low dog on the totem pole.
When company would come she would hide until they left then strut around like hey I just did not feel like being out just then :) She was such a lover, she even won over my Mom who has never been a big animal type person. I tease my Mom to this day....I say this breeding thing is all her fault....she always said that someday I would have a house of my own and could have as many animals as I wanted....and so I did and here I am :)
The day Brynn died is still crystal clear to me....We had decided to breed her and had her outside with the boy so they could just get to know one another, We were painting the house and it had started to sprinkle, so we rushed in to quickly clean up the paint brushes. I sent Teaonnie out to get Brynn knowing she would not go into the kennel. (She had never figured out how to use the doggie doors).
In comes Tawny with Brynn in her arms screaming....Brynn was dead. I tried CPR I tried everything I could think of. I sobbed and broke down. When our vet told us that she died of a brain anerysm I thought knowing what killed her so fast would help me cope with the suddenness of her death....it did not. I almost quit that day....I realized as many do why the Pomeranians are called the Heartbreak breed. When we lose our innocent and our beloved babies, it is a hard thing to get over.
My dad said it all with this statement, " May I never be there when one of your dogs dies." He knows how hard I take it....the funny thing is that he is not an animal person at all either.....I think he likes to pretend he does not get attached to anything or anybody...but we know that it is because my Dad is afraid of getting hurt. That is ok because I still love him :) He even admitted to missing both Shasta and Brynn. So he is getting there :)
The pages I have done for both Shasta and for Brynn has been very healing for me :) I hope that it touches your life and helps you understand what these dogs can mean to you :)
For those that have gone through this and know what it is like, our heartfelt sympathies go to you and I hope my stories can help you share your own story to help you to deal with your pain.
Love Kat
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