dog. When we were growing up we had big dogs a
German Shepard, Huskie Mix. The last family dog we
had was an Australian Shepard. We never had small
dogs but when I started my own family I knew we had
to have a dog. It had to be small because we were
moving to Ft. Stewart, Georgia and I wanted my
daughter to have a small little dog one that could go
with us everywhere because we were in the army and
moving comes with the job not to mention tons of
traveling from state to state to visit loved ones. I was
looking for a Sheltie then came across an ad about
Pomeranians and the rest is history. She just
happened to be a litter of one she was a cream
female and I named her Misty. That is how I got
started of course back then I didn't know much about
the breed and the breeder was only interested in the
money but I have learned alot since then and feel that
a good breeder should not be in it to make money. A
good breeder is honest and doesn't try to hide
imperfections on their poms just to get the money.
They are willing to wait for the right family no matter
how long it takes just so their pom finds the right
forever home and they are also willing to take them
back in the event that you can no longer take care of
your fur baby. This is how I believe it should be done
and that is what we do because in the end as a
breeder it is my responsibility to make sure these
babies have loving homes because I am the one that
chose to bring them into this world.
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You stay up for 16 hours
He stays up for days on end.
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving
forward.
You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt,
and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your
right to wear that shirt.
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his
dog tags.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and
terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is. He wears his heavy
gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the
restaurant got your order wrong. He doesn't get to eat
today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He
wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his
weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone. He doesn't
have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight . He
waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday .He
holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries .He gets a letter with
pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever
meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never
solves anything. He sees the innocent tortured and killed
by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men
like him .He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of
the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see. He sees
the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You
don't He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his
life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV. He takes whatever time
he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get
comfortable. He tries to sleep but gets woken by
mortars and helicopters all night long.
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