The Chaotic Life of a Pommy Mommy

Hey guys and gals! So, as the title of this post suggests, we have our hands full here! 3 of the 4 puppies that are going have left us already, so things (in theory) should be getting easier now. Not quite... Tia, the last baby to go to her forever home, goes this weekend but she's a little madam! Loves to fight with her sister, Minnie and her Uncle Logan. She's a teeny tiny little bully with the sweetest little face! Not only that, but we added another fur baby to the family over the Easter weekend! Steve has always wanted a german shepherd and we found one online that seemed perfect. She was a reasonable price (but not so cheap as to cause suspicion) and seemed to be coming from a family with genuine reason to be rehoming her. So we asked them to bring her from Bradford to meet the other "kids". All was well, she was timid but lovely and very beautiful. Things started to become a bit strange after that. We were initially told she was 10 months but

On 4th February, our family of 5 became a family of 10 with the birth of 5, oh so tiny, Pomeranian puppies, Bella and Magic became parents with the birth of Minnie, the gorgeous brown bundle of fluff, at around 1pm. Bella did really well but Minnie got a little stuck and I had to lend a helping hand to deliver her. An instant bond was formed between me and my first born grandpuppy. Numbers 2, 3 and 4 followed over the course of the afternoon and around 6pm, number 5 arrived, surprising us. There were 3 boys and 2 girls, all mainly black, except for our Minnie. They were so tiny and helpless. Bella was, and still is, a devoted Mummy. She wouldn't leave their side at all for the first 24 hours, until she was forced to go out for a toilet break. The first few days passed in a blur of sleepless nights and worrying that they were all going to be ok. And they were. They are doing fantastically well, as is Mummy. They are now almost 7 weeks old. 3 have new homes to go to,

I'm Trish and I'm a Pommy Mommy! My fiancé Steve and I have a houseful of Pomeranians. This was not our intention a year ago when we got our first furbaby. Steve was living in Birmingham and I was in Lancashire, on my own for the first time in my life, so I wanted a small dog to keep me company until the weekends when Steve came up to see me. I took to the internet in search of my perfect little fluff ball. It actually happened that Steve found our Bella on Gumtree. She was the perfect age, price and size and best of all, she was in our town! We rang up and went to see her that day. We fell in love! There was a litter of 8 tiny little ginger poms, 7 of which were running riot, rough housing and playing. Little Bella, the tiniest and only dark one of the litter, just came and sat by me feet. I picked her up and she fell asleep in my arms. That was it, I had been chosen! Life became fun for us. We had this tiny little fluff butt greeting us when we came in, growlin