Water makes me angry...

Arf!

"Get it off! Get it off!" That's my reaction when I come in contact with water. (Which would make you think that I might appreciate that blasted rain coat...I never said I was a sensible pup).

So anyway, my Mom gave me a bath last night to make sure I was all fluffy and clean for my visit to aunt Sydney's house today. It didn't go over well. 

Sad and wet.

After Mom took this cruel pic, I proceeded to fight with her while she tried to get the water off with a towel. Then, when she put me down, I really lost it.

Baths are not fun. Beware the wrath of of a wet puppy!

But I want them both!! The dilemma...

Arf!

Do you ever encounter the situation, when you're chasing a tennis ball, and then suddenly there is another tennis ball that you want more? But you have a tiny, itty bitty little Pomeranian mouth, and you can't manage pick up both tennis balls at the same time? Well I do!

I try to keep track of them both, but this is what happens:

Yes...I'm aware...I'm freaking adorable. Tell me something that I don't hear every five minutes (usually from my mom).

Dress-up pup

Arf!

So I've been mighty busy lately. Well actually, my mom has been really busy, and has been using the computer ALL THE TIME, so no time for me. But she has found some time to dress me up in ridiculous, but admittedly cute outfits.

First I was, HOTDOG-POM!

The office ladies couldn't get enough of me!

And the, I was a mexi-pup. This was my first sombrero...

It's actually a magnet...

But then I got a read, perfectly pom sized sombrero, and partied the night away...until I fell asleep that is. 

I know that I look sad here, but I'm really just tired.

Hanging out with my dad and his poncho.