My Bouncy Boo Bear

Today I'm joined by author Delia Latham, whose little Boo Bear has stolen my heart! Tell us about Boo, Delia:

At the risk of being shot at or spit on, I have a confession: I've never been a pet person…until Boo Bear—my terribly spoiled Pomeranian.

When we got him, he was barely weaned, and just a tiny little ball of fur—as was his sister, Willow, who claimed my son's heart and also came home with us.

But Willow and Obie have their own home now, and Boo…well, he has the run of our home, and thinks he owns it.

Maybe he does. I'll have to re-check the deed…

Our routine has changed in a number of ways since Boo bounced into our lives.

For example, my husband and I never liked the idea of pets on our bed, but Boo doesn't give a fig what we like or don't like. He has claimed our bed as his own—at least at night, when he bounces up beside me and curls himself into an itty bitty ball right behind my knees.

He's quite the gentleman though. If I come to bed after he and hubby have already burrowed in, he politely jumps off and waits until I get settled before coming back up and staking claim to his chosen spot. During the day, the guestroom bed is his, no matter how hard we try to keep him off it.

Seriously, shouldn't I just run him off? Naw, he'd just come back! In the words of an old song by Susan Wray, "What'cha gonna do with a dog like that?"

Boo's a dancer. When he's showing off for the neighborhood kids, all of whom think he's just the cat's meow (sorry, Boo!), you'd think he was on stage. Those cute little front paws fly high and swat the air with amazing grace, and he struts around like some kind of doggie star. He does the same thing when he's excited…or just walkin' in tall grass and feelin' the joy of life. It's way too cute!

I used to laugh and tease my brother-in-law for turning into an "old softie" when he got his little chihuahua, Angel. But it seems the old adage that states "what goes around comes around" is still true. Even when applied to pets. If you don't want to be wrapped around a little furry paw, don't get a puppy—especially a gentleman dancer of a Pom! (Hmm…maybe we should have name him Astair! Naw…I like Boo.)

Boo's turned both my husband and me into "old softies." But he's worth it.

Delia Latham is a born-and-bred California gal, recently transplanted to Oklahoma where she lives with her husband Johnny. She’s a Christian wife, mother, grandmother, sister, and friend—but above all, she treasures her role as child of the King and heir to the throne of God. She enjoys big, loud, happy family gatherings. When she’s not writing, she loves to play piano and sing, read, enjoy nature’s beauty, and design marketing products for authors.

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