My name is Nipper and I am a little blue Pomeranian about seven years old. I came from an area in the Midwest where they breed lots and lots of dogs. Where I used to live, I was not treated very well. I did not get love, good food, exercise, or any of the things I needed to keep me healthy & strong.  I wanted to be happy, but it was not an easy thing to do.

Then my rescuer, an angel of mercy, came to save me.  I went to live with my foster mommy, Gail. My foster mom let me live in her house. I bunked with two little girlfriends and we got along very well. Mommy Gail gave me good food to eat and I even got to play with some toys.  I could not believe how my life was changing.

  The very day that Auntie Jean posted my picture to PMR, my forever mommy fell in love with me. I may not have been the most handsome Pomeranian boy, but I had a look that drew her to me like a magnet.  Please don’t get me wrong I’m very cute, but I had  troubled eyes and some patches of fur missing.  I had to be shaved down, because my coat was so matted. My eye problem is due to genetics – it causes me to have to little of a lower lid, so there is nothing there to catch my tears or whatever else my eyes produce. I had a fur problem due to some allergies. I looked so sad and needy, but that made mom want me even more. 

Mom pressed that adopt button as fast as she could.  It took a couple of months until I was fixed up and ready to start on the journey to my forever home. Gail took me to a special doggie doctor, who fixed me so that I would never have to be a part of overpopulating the canine world anymore. The doctor also gave me special shots so I would not catch bad diseases. Mom felt like it was taking forever till I could start on my journey home. My mom and I got real lucky! Grandmom &  Grandpop were coming to the Midwest and they said they’d be happy to take me back with them on my journey home to N.J.  I stayed in nice places with them, ate good food, and even had special treats  and toys that foster mommy Gail  packed for  me to take on my long trip. Grandmom fell in love with me as soon as she saw me too. I guess I’m just a charming little boy.

  Finally, I met my mom, dad, new furbrothers and fursister.  At first, I was a little confused. I’d been so many new places over the last few months. Soon I began settling into my  forever home. My new family was so excited to have me with them. I was having a great time. I growled at my alpha Jack Russell Terrier brother, Doobie. I tried to play with my Pomeranian brother Skooter and I took rests with my Pekingnese sister, Wuu Chii.  Mom thought I held myself stiffly, and seemed uncomfortable at times, but I am a trooper & I kept on going.

One evening we were getting ready to take our walk- BOOM!  The long bone in my leg gave way and out of my hip socket, it popped!  It hurt so much! I could not lower it and all I could do was cry and shake from all the pain that I felt. Mom and Dad were really scared and so was I. They took me to a special doctor He examined me and took lots of pictures of my bones. He said that the tissues and ligaments in  parts of my body were very weak. Some were even disintegrating.  Being active just pushed my condition over the edge. I needed a very serious surgery called a Femoral Head Osteotomy. The doctor had to cut away most of the ball of my upper thigh & sew it back into the socket of my hip. I had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. Mom was afraid that I’d think she deserted me & I did not have a forever home anymore.

The people who cared for me at the hospital were very kind and took good care of me. Even so, when Mom came to take me home, I was shaking all over from pain and fear.

I had to rest very quietly for at least one whole month. There were days when

Mom prayed she had done the right thing for me. It was a tough recuperation period.

Mom was very lucky though-She was allowed to take me to work every day for that whole month.  My mom, the students and the rest of the school staff where she works watched me very carefully. My family helped care for me when we were at home. Slowly, my healing began.

It is now about five months since Mom pushed the adopt button. Mom is so glad that she decided to let me have the surgery. I am now able to walk using all four legs.  I’ve worked hard to find my place in the hierarchy of the pack here. I still insist on growling at my brother, Doobie, although he usually just ignores me.  I have a much easier time playing with Skooter.  Wuu Chii and I get along very well too. I love to take walks with my family. I also love rugs (they are easy to walk on), pillows, blankets and the special doggie beds that Auntie Jean makes. Wherever there is a bed to rest in, you’ll find me. I make little throat noises to my people. I love praise and quiet talk. Rubbing against furniture and people is another favorite of mine. I can sometimes still get up on my hind legs and do “the Pomeranian dance”, as Mom fondly calls it.

We try to take life a day at a time now. Mom and Dad just hope that I can continue to enjoy and experience a good quality of life. So far, it looks pretty hopeful. I just have to be a bit careful. I must be held gently, but I’ve still got lots of spunk. Mommy & Daddy

promised me that they will take care of me for the rest of my life and I’ll never have to worry about who will take care of me again.

  Mom and I are very grateful to Grandmom and Grandpop for bringing me all the way home  to New Jersey. It was a kindness we will always remember. We also send a gigantic hug to Auntie Jean for making Puppymillrescue a reality for many unfortunate dogs, who live an unimaginable existence. Foster Mommy Gail, I love you and thank you and all the rescuers that helped to save me from a life of misery and helped me get to my forever home. It never could have happened without you! You are my angels as well as the pioneers of a new life for the animals.