It’s December 27 so that means it’s time for the Christmas clean up to begin. Christmas is over for another year, it’s time to pack away the tree and all of the decorations. While Harley didn’t help me set up the tree on the 1st of December, he was keen to help put it away. Amazingly he has never tried to play with the tree, steal any ornaments or destroy any part of it.
While packing away the tree this year I decided to tape the instructions to the inside lid of the box. It usually floats around the bottom of the box and the tree is done by the time you find it. Hopefully next year it will be smooth sailing, taking a bit less time & effort to get the tree ready.
It was quite a while ago now, but Harley’s first birthday was on January 13. I wanted to celebrate but because it was a Tuesday and I had worked all day I didn’t really have the energy for much. I decided to make some ‘pupcakes’. After trolling for recipes on Pinterest, I found one that I liked but more importantly, had the ingredients for.
I think it’s safe to say that he enjoyed it very much. We did make him wait for quite a while. Yet he sat there happily posing for photos. I’m glad so glad we trained Harley to sit and stay.
I did modify the recipe a bit, mostly because there are some ingredients I don’t have the patience to measure! The full recipe can be found at Cake Crumbs.
Pre-heat oven to 180°C.
Line or grease a muffin tray with 6 liners.
Mix all ingredients in a bowl until combined.
Divide evenly between muffin liners and bake for 20 minutes.
Set pupcakes aside to cool.
Boil the potatoes in water until they are tender.
Drain the water from the potatoes then mash the potatoes until smooth.
Add the food colouring to the mashed potatoes.
Allow mashed potato to cool before placing in a ziplock back with the bottom corner cut off.
Pipe mashed potato onto pupcakes and garnish with dog treats
Harley the Pom meets a friend so that when he is older he will be able to interact with other dogs appropriately. Unfortunately, he was too old to go to puppy school. But luckily for us, we know a few people with dogs. There are also a few obedience dog clubs that we can attend if need be. I love the idea of teaching Harley some basic obedience and maybe a trick or two. But perhaps we should start with house breaking.
Harley’s personality has developed so much in the month that we have had him. I only had pet fish or rabbits growing up. They are very different to dogs, or even cats. So this was all new to me. Our rabbits were originally caught in wild. We bred them and sold them to the local pet shop. I remember one year we had 36 baby rabbits in our backyard. I should mention that this was in the early 90’s. A lot has changed since then!
Now I finally understand what people mean when they say their pet is a family member. If you don’t have that, it’s really hard to describe and understand. And one day I will know what it’s like to lose that family member.
This is a video of Harley playing with his cousin, Boston. Boston is a one-year-old black cavoodle. A cavoodle is a cross between a Cavalier King Charles and a Poodle.
We can see that Harley thinks he is the dominant one. He will probably also suffer from ‘small dog syndrome’. But only time will tell. What happens at the end gave us quite a surprise as we didn’t know when dogs develop those behaviours.
I am a little amazed that he seems to play with all of his toys equally and doesn’t seem overly possessive of them. He inherited a few toys from another dog and he has even taken a liking to them, along with a few doggy blankets and a pet bed. I did wash the blankets and bed before giving them to Harley the Pomeranian. We didn’t know if he would use something that belonged to another dog. But I guess the smell had washed away enough so that he felt at home.
I wish I could spend endless hours watching him play, he is just so entertaining and innocent. I’m really looking forward to teaching him some tricks & being able to take him for walks. I’ve started trying to teach him to stay. I think he is catching on and we are both having a great time learning how to get along. We have to wait until he has had his last vaccination which will be in a few weeks before we take him for walks and to interact with other dogs. One of the main reasons I wanted a dog was having the excuse that they needed to go for a walk which would get me out of the house and moving. I’m sure we could all do with a little more exercise. Although since he is quite small he probably doesn’t need too much exercise. I’m not sure how much bigger he is going to get either!
On Wednesday April 2, I came home from work to find something fluffy with four legs wandering around my house. Earlier in the day, my husband had hinted at getting me an early Easter present. Something to keep me company while he is working on the weekends. I had a feeling I knew what he was hinting at but I didn’t really think he would go through with it though.
I’m not sure how we will cope when the time comes to choose baby names. We really struggled to name him. I wanted something that would remind us of our wedding & honeymoon in America last year, so we finally settled on Harley (for the Harley Davidson my husband & his friends hired for the day). So meet Harley the Pomeranian.
Now comes coping with housebreaking (including toilet training) & the standard sit/stay routine. As this is my first dog (and first pet really, as fish & rabbits don’t need much looking after), I have no idea what I am doing or what to expect from Harley or my patience for that matter!. But I honestly think that toilet training will be the death of me. While I understand that plush carpet feels much better, it is an awful mess to clean up not to mention the possibility of stains & smells lingering.
Then there is the whimpering/yelps when he is alone in the laundry. Of a night & while we aren’t home, we put him in the laundry & shut the door. The first night wasn’t so great. I’m quite a light sleeper, it also generally needs to be dark & quiet for me to sleep. Since then, I have shut a few more doors of the house & can no longer hear him from my bed.