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Pomeranians
Rascal has now passed on
I adored that Pomeranian
Oh how I miss him
Yet, the memories of him are with me
Now two new puppies came into my life
Oh, how I love to dog sit them
Just as I loved to dog sit Rascal
I'm attached to the five month old puppies
Bear reminds me of Spanky
As Gizmo reminds me of Rascal
They have similar personalities
However, they have their own personalities
Gizmo loves to bite and give kisses
Bear loves to give kisses more than biting
They are so full of energy
However, they are a joy to watch
Oh how I miss Rascal who loved attention
Who made me chase after him just to go back inside
The puppies love to cuddle more than Rascal did
Oh how I miss Rascal, 13 year old Pomeranian
Gizmo lays back in my arms and loves to snooze next to me
Bear isn't as cuddly as Gizmo is; He loves to lay with his toys
They love to chew on my hair and paw my hair on top of my head
And oh, how they love to chew on my coat if given an opportunity
They love to sit there while I eat
And they always want to be picked up
They are both jealous of whoever is holding the one
And they love to lick my ears and eyes!
I adored that Pomeranian
Oh how I miss him
Yet, the memories of him are with me
Now two new puppies came into my life
Oh, how I love to dog sit them
Just as I loved to dog sit Rascal
I'm attached to the five month old puppies
Bear reminds me of Spanky
As Gizmo reminds me of Rascal
They have similar personalities
However, they have their own personalities
Gizmo loves to bite and give kisses
Bear loves to give kisses more than biting
They are so full of energy
However, they are a joy to watch
Oh how I miss Rascal who loved attention
Who made me chase after him just to go back inside
The puppies love to cuddle more than Rascal did
Oh how I miss Rascal, 13 year old Pomeranian
Gizmo lays back in my arms and loves to snooze next to me
Bear isn't as cuddly as Gizmo is; He loves to lay with his toys
They love to chew on my hair and paw my hair on top of my head
And oh, how they love to chew on my coat if given an opportunity
They love to sit there while I eat
And they always want to be picked up
They are both jealous of whoever is holding the one
And they love to lick my ears and eyes!
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