A Capsule for My Pup
So, if you’ve been reading my weekly outfits posts, you may have caught a glimpse of our new little buddy, Finley. We lost our beloved Panda Puduppydups Snugglesworth (fondly referred to as Dups) earlier this summer, and with Sage’s flight from the nest impending, I didn’t last very long before I was on the lookout for a new dog. Truth be told, I had been looking since we lost our last dog, Levi Fluff’n’stuff, in February. I knew I wanted a small dog that I could take to work with me, and I was leaning towards something fluffy, like a Pomeranian. I definitely wanted to rescue, so I started scouring Pomeranian rescues in the Central Texas area.
Scott was more skeptical, especially while Dups was still with us. He didn’t want her getting jealous. (She was his baby.) After she passed from cancer, we lasted all of two days before we stumbled upon a picture of little Finley, listed as a Chihuahua Pomeranian mix. His little face was just so precious that I couldn’t handle it! We also liked that he had the same coloring as our Dups. I won’t go through the boring details of the process of adoption, which was a little nerve-wracking to be honest. Suffice it to say, about a week later we brought home our new baby boy!
He looks (and acts) like a puppy, but he’s actually three-years-old. He was on the euthanasia list at a shelter before Molly, from Heaven’s Helpers (in the Dallas area) stepped in to save him. She placed him with a wonderful foster mother (who is also a dog trainer) and she worked with him and loved him for six months before we found him. We have since decided that he’s actually a Chihuahua Boston Terrier mix, but if he hadn’t been listed as a Pomeranian mix, I probably wouldn’t have found him! Everything fell in place in such a way, that it felt like he was meant to be ours. He’s pretty high energy, so he can be a handful at times, but he’s super sweet and affectionate, too. Plus, I have some experience raising a high energy boy, so it’s a good fit ;) In the week between finding him and getting to bring him home, I went a little stir crazy, so I did what I normally do when I want some control–I created a board for him! My friends thought I was ridiculous, of course, but they’re used to it. I just wanted to be sure everything would be just right for him. And, he so small and precious that he definitely needed some little outfits to play up his dapper nature. After all, they call the Boston Terrier America’s gentleman. Hence, what follows is Finley’s basic wardrobe (including x-small tennis balls to fit in his tiny mouth). I might need to make a new one when winter rolls around. He’s definitely going to need some sweaters, and maybe a hat!