This is a story about two dogs and their relationship to each other. Two very different breeds, these two puppies belonged to someone very dear to me and is the reason I am writing this article.
My daughter is a Chief Petty Officer in the United States Naval Reserve. Well, she was in the Naval Reserve but has since separated and now lives back in the States. She spent many years in the service of her country, including a mobilization to the Middle East in support of the current conflict and, her time in the Navy is the reason for this article. For over nine years, she was the proud owner, or ‘mother', to a very cute, very charming, Yorkshire terrier that she chose to call Rexford Godfrey Wren, Rex, for short. Rexy was a typical terrier of the breed and continually charmed every one with whom he came into contact.
To be very candid, he was truly what is called a “chick magnet", a trait that Rexy exploited to the maximum. I know this to be a fact because I was chosen to tend Rexy when my daughter was deployed in her service. My daughter had no worries in leaving Rexy in my care for extended times of duty. One deployment of some several months, it became my duty to care for Rexy, my little part to the war effort. I think he became accustomed to my house and, generally, felt totally at home. I knew his habits, his quirks and personality and he learned mine. My address book was complete with veterinarian, groomers and emergency number for Rexy, it was basically like taking on the care of a child of the four legged kind. We, that is, both dog and Grandad really had developed a rapport that fit us both. All the neighbors in my community were accustomed to our daily walks and I soon became aware of every former Yorkie owner round and about the neighborhood. Several neighbors, mostly older ladies, would always insist that I allowed them to hold and pamper the little guy, to which I never objected and, of course, Rexy loved it.
Time passed and my daughter, the Chief, made it home safe and sound. With a little apprehension, I waved ‘so long’ to my pal as the two took their leave. Days turned into weeks, as the little doggie grew older. Dog years are much shorter than people years, of course, and Rexy was approaching his golden age. Having been a companion to my daughter, the Chief, for many years, I was a little surprised and devastated when she called me one afternoon, very distraught. I was sad to hear that my friend, my buddy, had reached that point that nothing could be done to alleviate his many ills. It would seem that Rexy was suffering a situation that the vet could not reverse, renal failure, and it was determined that Rex be put to sleep, to a place where he would be out of his pain and misery. My daughter, through many sobs and sniffles, told me that she had decided it was time to part with her friend, as it was the best for Rexy. As she held the tiny puppy in her arms, the veterinarian applied the final solution to my friend, our friend, Rexy and at last he was past the pain shook his small body.
My daughter choose to have him creminated and, when this disheartening task was complete, she placed the tiny box, including his beloved toy “Pelican” in her home. I was told that she had originally planned to bury the ashes in her garden but, on retrospection, remembered how her beloved Rexy did not really enjoy the cold of winter. , so in that respect, the anamnesis was still sitting, untouched, inside her home.
As I do not like to spend time in remembering the sad days and am much more prone to thinking of the good times. My daughter, however, was going through a very tough time after losing her good friend. If anyone has lost a close pet, a good friend, will know, it is a very difficult. I was really beginning to be concerned with the Chief and, as her dad, really wanted to do something. Feeling a little helpless, I saw her going into more and more depression, which is not a good thing.
Then there came a phone call that I will never forget. My darling had found a new companion, a new friend, and a new ray of sunshine and joy, Lady ShiShi Belle, she had found a companion. Not a replacement for Rex she was quick to inform me, as that would never happen, but a ray of sunshine that was so badly needed. My daughter found the love of her life, a beautiful, little Pomeranian . . . and on a whim, she bought it. She called me with so much exuberance and joy that the depression was seemingly gone. Being just a few weeks of age, this new baby was just what the doctor ordered. With a little trouble with naming the new one, she could not talk to me through her eagerness, I learned how wonderful the new pup was, and wonderful she would be. New stories would often begin with, “remember how Rexy always…. ”. Will this new little one who is quite the little diva, what a hoot?
Most everyone is familiar with that little ball of fluff, with the little fox face, a personality that is infectious and vibrant, and a coat so full and luxuriant it is like that ball of fluff. There are not very many who are aware of the fact that this breed of dog has its origins in the Arctic ice of Iceland and Lapland. It claimed a genetic bond to the Alaskan Malamute, the Samoyed and the Siberian Husky, they were “cousins", within the Spitz family of canines. Of course, the Pomeranian then was a great deal larger than the dog we know today, averaging about thirty pounds. This dog earned its keep by being a sled dog. As explorers came in contact with the municipal people, they would bring back the direct dogs to their homes. Eventually, these inherent dogs ended up in an area of Germany known as Pomerania. In Germany these dogs were used to herd livestock.
It is said that among the first to officially import the Pomeranian breed of dog to England was Queen Charlotte, the wife of George III. It must be stated here that at this time the Pomeranian was still a large-type dog. It seems that on the continent of Europe, the wealthy people were looking for small, companion dogs. The Pom was a lovely dog, bright, intelligent, and eager to please, but it was so large. This is when the down sizing of the breed started. When Queen Victoria went to Italy, she returned home with the Pomeranian we are more familiar with. The Pom became very popular in England, with the down sizing of the breed continuing.
In 1870, The Kennel Club gave the Pomeranian recognition in Great Britain. It was said that the dog's submitted to the conformation ring from the royal kennel, had to be put into a separate judging class. After all, who would judge that the royal family's dogs were not the best in show?.
The first Pomeranians that were exported from England to the U. S. , were undoubtedly the larger variety. In 1900, the American Kennel Club gave the breed recognition, and the Pomeranian Club of America was also formed at this time. The P. C. A. was given membership status in the A. K. C.in 1909.
Today, the classic Pomeranian weighs between three and seven pounds. In the show ring, you will find that most Poms weigh in between four and six pounds. There are Poms who are even smaller, referred to as Compact, or Teacup, size. Most professional breeders will not purposely breed for this size, due to the severe medical problems that the dog incurs, including shortened life span.
Well, so is the story about two dogs and their relationship to each other, Rexy and Lady ShiShi Belle. You can take a look of the diva by clicking on this link. It will take you straight to the page showing the little darling as a baby and, in fact, her baby sister. Yes, my daughter has two Poms now, having adopted another one from a litter from ShiShi's father, As we know we are blessed in this world and if we should ever have any doubt about it, all we simply have to do is look down into the faces of the angels God has placed in our care here on earth.
By the way, see a picture of that wonderful Yorkshire terrier . . . Rexy
Dale R Smith firstname.lastname@example.org
Career spent in teaching and training, both as a civilian and military trainer. Mr Smith has been a teacher in public schools, college and university and both the US Army and US Navy. A graphic artist and photographer with many prize winning designs