Parlay. I invoke the right of parlay. According to the Code of the brethren, set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew , you have to take me to your Captain, for I’m in need of some kibbles. Arr!
As in a Pomeranian + Husky = Pomsky… Or if you prefer, a Huskeranian.
I’m not entirely positive, but I believe after looking at this picture I now have cavities on all my teeth.
This here is Molly the Pomeranian, being woken up after a good night’s sleep to have some breakfast…well, her owner attempted to wake her up that is. But Molly has only one thing on her mind, and that is to continue sleeping!
You can find Molly on FaceBook.
Is there such a thing as too cute? If so THIS IS IT!
What makes me sad though, is that I have 10 fingers and no baby pom pom chewing on them. *sniff*
Boo is like a harmonious mix of fierceness, funkiness and fabulousness… oh and cuteness too obviously.
You can find Boo on his FaceBook page.
After days of training, he’s finally ready for the NPA ( National PomBall Association).
Aww, if he was any puffier, he’d be… umm… even cuter I guess?
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