You all know me- Keats! Mom named me after the poet John Keats. She started reading his poetry last year, and she just LOVED him! So when it came time to pick out a name she thought, why not? I'm also called Weenie, Tiny, Teenie Weenie, and goodness knows what will develop.
Next up is Sam. Sam was at the pet store with me, and he had been there for a while. He started out all nice and sweet, but there is a terrorist side to him! He's fun to play with, and it's pretty funny to see Mom chasing after him yelling when he's stolen something from her room. The family says he looks like a fox. They were told he was a Pomeranian/Shih Tzu, but they just couldn't see it. After some research, they've decided he's a Pomimo- Pomeranian/American Eskimo.
This is Rocky. He's a Beagle, and he is ooooold. Rocky's cool though, since we're both hounds. He gets really cranky when I want to play with him.
Then there's Hannah. Hannah gets shaved like a sheep every so often. She is Sam's best friend, but I like to be the barking referee and join in! 
The cool thing about Hannah is how big and warm she is. When Mom's lap isn't available, I like to plop myself in between her front paws. So comfy!
I never got to meet Zeb. Mom adopted him from the Potter League for Animals in RI where she went to school. He was an old French Brittany, but she absolutely adored him. He died back in November, and Mom was so heartbroken she went up the street and found... ME! Mom says it's weird, because she loved Zeb as a best friend, and she loves me like a baby. She hopes that as we get older together, we can be best friends too. I think we're already on the right track!
Oh, and here's a little April Fool's gimmick that had Mom in an UPWOOF this morning!
http://www.france.fr/en/visiting/discover/monuments/evenement/exclusive-eiffel-tower-move-island-mayotte
Keats, you look so nice.
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