My pomeranian is 9-years-old. He doesn’t do much…
Dogs Days of Summer
August 13, 2008 by Wendy
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My mom has a cat named Timmy. I like your Timmy better.
Thanks, but I didn’t name him Timmy. He was originally my sister’s dog, but she gave him to me when he about 2 years old. So then I had a dog named Timmy and a dog named Jimmy. People thought I named them after the special ed kids in South Park.
Oh, and I meant to say, I LOVE your red lawn chair and pillow. Stylish and rockin’, if I ever saw it.
Yeah, he is pretty stylish, though he refers to himself as being “dapper.”
I love Timmy. He is just the greatest.
Timmy doesn’t have an enemy in the world. Or a care in the world, for that matter. This could be due to the absence of his brain, I’m sorry to say.
Riveting! Compelling! Awe inspiring! Timmy’s sense of camera is second to none!
I give it three biscuits up, up boy, up!
Thank you. He attributes his thespian talent to an adherence to method acting. In other words he’s old school.
That looks comfy! Timmy’s so cute =)
He does look comfy, doesn’t he? But then, when he has he not looked comfy? Probably never, as comfy is the code he lives by, his raison d’être.
I don’t know why I found that video so intriguing. The combination of the music and Timmy being so happy made me smile. I think I saw him smile once too.
Timmy has a strange effect on people, he pulls them into serenity. He’s like the Dalai Lama. His Holiness of Serenity Dalai Timmy, I call him.
Timmy is like my dog
I love poms.
As a composer of classical music I say, “Bravo e bravissimo Il grande Timasino!”
Grazie mille! E grazie al cielo per Google Translator!
LOL. Timmy is adorable. And I think he gets way more exercise than I do sitting in this chair in front of the computer! Love the umbrella. He needs some robes like Buck’s though. After all, he’s a big internet star now.
Thank you, Teeni! I love that umbrella too. It’s made out of paper, so I guard it pretty closely in this desert sun, but I make allowances for Timmy. He’s a little out of shape, though. He can’t even get into that chair alone, I have to put him on it!
Favoloso! (Oscar now wants me to videotape him listening to his favorite tunes – look what you’ve started! He’s requesting some Stevie Ray Vaughn….)
You must do it! I can totally see Oscar listening to Stevie Ray.
Im getting a lil misty eyed. I had a pom for about a month when I was a boy. It was untrainable according to my mother. One too many accidents, and one too many pieces of furniture chewed up, and I came home from school to find it gone. I demanded they get it back and was told they were in the Army and moving to China…no joke.
hahaha…I love the background music…and omg, he was smiling like halfway through…a real smile on his face!!!! Precious
ME too and Well the hell are you hun? Oh, buck may not want to read that