Bio: Born
in Kansas City, Mo. on January 4, 2003 where we rescued him at 9 mos
old from severe, physical
abuse.
U2.2 is a discriminating pooch who is Spoiled beyond all
redemption
Can tell time without his watch
Fiercely protective and if he does not like you he will
get upfront & personal
to let you know he does not like you, and
you need to go away NOW! He has a very
sensitive nose and can sniff out a liar or a threat a mile away. He has a rule about
this, and it is:
"You Hurt Me. I WILL Hurt you
back."
Loves his sleep time. Another rule is:
"Never Try To Wake Me Up if I'm on your
bed, upside down, with all four feet in the air. I may remove a finger, and it will be YOUR
fault!"
Loves his French Vanilla Ice Cream although he only gets one
Tablespoon of it. He has a rule about
this, too.
"You give me my ice cream when I want
it, and I will give you tons of sweet kisses and sit in your lap and fall asleep. However,
if you don't, I WILL make your life a living hell! Promise. I've Seen Me Do
It!"
He must play Sock Ball every day at exactly 3 P.M. which is
making Tom take off one of his (sometimes less than posey smelling socks) roll it into
a ball, and throw it so U2 can retrieve it. His rule about this is:
"I get 15 minutes of total U2 time no
matter what you are doing and if I don't, I will spin, growl, walk on my back feet,
bark, whine and make a general nuisance out of myself until you
do!"
Has 2 (count 'em) custom made "Doggie Doors" so he can get
outside when he needs to. His rule
here is:
"Do NOT follow me.
If you do, I will hide behind this tree until you give up. I mean, after all, I Don't
Follow you into the bathroom, do I? No, I'm NOT shy. I just do not think what I do out here
is any of your business!"
I swear U2 knows every word in
the English language, (and possibly a few others as well). He does exactly
what I ask him to do. For instance, we can be discussing a trip up to see my Dad
and the next thing you know, he's grabbing "Grandpa's Slippers from under the couch
and dragging them to the door! Truth! (Now, understand: the
operative word here is ask not tell) because he has a
rule for this as well and it
is:
"Talk nice to me and I will do
your bidding. If you don't, I'll give you THE PAW!" (That's the Pomeranian
equivalent of the middle finger salute! He's been known to do that on occassion)
If you lived with him it would be so obvious he is doing exactly that! He will
turn slightly, look over his shoulder, give you a lasting look of incredible disdain,
turn his head sharply, flip his magnificent tail in the air; give it a quick swirl
and literally storm out of the room. And...he will NOT come back to see you until YOU
make amends. (Tell me dogs can't talk!)
Loves the snow. Since the top
of his head is only 11" from the ground, he has a bit of an obstacle to overcome if
the snow is more than 3". His under carriage tends to create huge snowballs, but
he doesn't care until he is done playing. Then he has a rule
that must be observed and it is:
"You KNOW I
don't have thumbs so don't make sit here for long, or I will stare you down until you
move. If you do not move fast enough, I WILL jump up on your nice leather couch and
wag my soppy, wet tail until you pick up My Towel and Dry me off. If you don't, I
WILL lay down on it and roll until I get dry. So, it's your
choice."
Unbelievable sweet, smart, brave, kind, caring and so lovable he
can bring tears to your eyes. We are blessed to have found
him.
Will add more of his "RULES" later. He is so much
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