Rules of Life According to a Poodle
My name is Pepper. I was born on June 21, 2002. Diana brought me to my new home when I was 6 weeks old. I used to fit in Diana's open hand; I was a palm puppy. But now I'm huge, 14 years old and very much, the alpha female in my house. Sage is not the boss of me. Even Mike and Diana, not so much. I have rules and I think it will be helpful if everyone knows them. So please pay attention to my Poodle Rules so that we all can have a good life together.
After my rules, I will show you me over the years with cutesy captions too. You can click on any of my pictures for a bigger me. My humans may have a few words at the end but rules are rules.
Pepper List of Poodle Rules
My baby Ducky and me. They call it a duck but it is really a quail. - Nov '07
More pictures to follow in time...
|This page was published on Pepper's 14th
birthday, June 21, 2016. She was about 6 weeks old when
she came home to Diana, Dave and Becca to live with them in
Newport Beach California in the summer of 2002. She moved to Costa Mesa in 2005
and then to Winthrop Washington in 2009 to live with Diana and
Mike. She is an amazing dog, fondly call puppy trash, mill
puppy and Poodle trash.
Mike: Happy 14th birthday Poodle! In those early days, I did not like ankle biters, still don't...mostly. I grew up with real outdoor dogs, never had a indoor lap dog. When walking to Starbucks, I'd tell Diana to stay 15 feet behind me so people wouldn't think I was with you. But over time, you actively worked on me, wore me down and ultimately won me over and became my dog as Diana still says to me and other people most days. And you are not universally mine but primarily. You have your pack, Diana, Sage and I. You really wants us all to be together all the time and are visibly bothered when there are separations. More to follow in time...
|Last revised: 06/27/2016|