#Pomeranian

Who dreams of such a wonderful chocolate boy?!💙✨

Ombra’s pomeranian form. It takes many forms but this is the form it takes to try and blend in. It’s far from perfect but if Ombra just closes the top eye, it will look more closely like a regular pomeranian.

Name: Eevee Species: dog Breed: pomeranian Pronouns: she/her Brand: Douglas Where she’s from: Instagram Design notes: she’s very fluffy MORE PHOTOS UNDER CUT

Surprised my daughter with the fluffiest birthday gift ever - a adorable Pomeranian puppy! 🐾 She’s over the moon, and I’m loving the snug cuddles. Anyone thinking of adopting a Pom, go for it! 😊 #PomLove #BirthdaySurprise

Oh my! Is this all for me? 🍤🍤🍤🦐 I’m not sure if I like shrimps. They look very scary, don’t they? 🙈 I just can’t understand how Rita can eat them. Would you try and taste these monsters? Be very honest, please! 😉🤣

Opal loves to lay on my pillow when I’m not in my room idk why she does this but it’s cute Ignore the messy bed

Puppies!!!

Coming home to my perfect lil baby

love of my life

Siobhan Time It’s me. Siobhan. Small Pom. Watch out I bite Posted using PostyBirb

Ombra says: “Remember to love yourself and take time to self care!” More Pomeranian Ombra form! I tried my hand at photoshop. The original is from HappyBreeds.com

Getting lost? Or simply finding the opportunity to aura farm? Stay swaggy 😟

lemon!

A spectacular, rooftop residency has commenced in the garden, and frankly, the domestic hierarchy has been utterly shattered. Every evening, precisely between 7:30 and 8:00 pm, two glorious vulpine landlords arrive to claim the felted summit of my humble garden shed. How they negotiate the rush-hour traffic of the neighbourhood with such temporal precision remains a profound mystery, given they lack pocket watches. Bruno, whose tiny canine mind struggles with the basic concept of a doorway, somehow anticipates this arrival with the frantic devotion of a trainspotter. The moment they materialise, he kicks things off with a cacophonous, glass-shattering chorus of barking. Classic Bruno move. Today, however, brought absolute tragedy for his routine. The foxes arrived hours early—their original den presumably disturbed by some mundane suburban horror—and casually requisitioned the garage roof as a secondary sunbathing deck. Bruno met them with his standard theatrical outrage, but these sleek urban predators simply stared down at the vibrating fluff-ball of a Pomeranian, entirely unmoved. They found a shady patch, closed their eyes, and went to sleep. Disrespectful, really. Bruno was beautifully confused. Why weren’t they fleeing his ferocious, five-pound wrath? He stood there, short-circuiting in the grass, before concluding that if you can’t beat the local wildlife, you might as well join them. Within minutes, the shouting ceased. He retreated to his favourite armchair inside, curled into a matching ball of apathy, and partook in a collective afternoon nap. Peaceful, ultimately. 🏡🐕🦊

new dog alert. here’s Soy-Sausage or as we call him Soy-Soy. He is 11, has no teeth and is permanently velcroed to my side.

This pom goes to eleven