My name is Jack but they call me Toot-Toot. I am a Pomeranian, a handsome lad, not very tall and for the present moment not very hairy. My mother decided I needed a shave down for the summer. So, I have a mane and a tail and the rest in between is skin bare. I weigh roughly eight pounds and when I bark my two front legs leave the ground. My mother says my rear end is as wide as pack of chewing gum. She rescued me four years ago from a police station. When she saw me, I knew she was hooked and I knew this rescue would not be a foster situation so as soon as she put me in the car, I backed the car out of the parking lot and drove her home. I still drive on occasion. Though a mama's boy, I enjoy a cigar mid-day (my mother hates it when I smoke in the house) with a nice cognac and I am silver-tongued devil when it comes to the ladies.
I have three sisters who are all much larger and not of the same breed as me. They know I am the favorite child and often they try to get me into trouble. Liz or Lori will destroy window blinds trying to look out the windows and they try to blame it on me! First, I am about 14 inches tall and the windows have to be at least 3 feet from the floor. Second, I don't do windows.
It is no secret I live a life of leisure and am possibly the most lucky dog in the world. Even when I snore, my mom says it sounds peaceful. Dad gets jealous sometimes but I just tell him if he can't run with the big dogs then stay off the porch. He doesn't see the humor in that as I do.
