Gimme the treat or I will hop on you!

I really wanted that treat, but I also just love making my master Julian laugh. We have the best times together!

Pink = MINE! Woof.

What? The pillow is pink, right? Doesn't that mean it's for ME? No? Oh well! You shouldn't have left a pink pillow on the couch if you didn't want me to use it!

Me Moving?

Watching my family pack is making me a bit antsy. So many boxes are everywhere and my little paws don't help me get out of their way fast enough. I'm just curious! Is it time to move soon? And will I be able to come with you guys this time? I really don't want to stay with relatives again. Wonder if I'll need a sitter?

Cutest Pomeranian: Roll over, Nina!

This is me and my master Sammy practicing my doggie tricks. He's such a great trainer! I'm trying to set the new record for number of times rolling over consecutively. How am I doing?

I know that peach is my color ...

... but the things my mom makes me wear ... I tell ya'! Oh the things I do for some extra attention. (Not to mention the additional bone marrow treats - hey, don't judge! They are only 5 calories a piece after all!)

Pearls for a Dog?

Howly Thursday! They say diamonds are a girl's best friend, but let me tell you that this girl prefers pearls. Because that's what we classy girls wear! Simply pair with your favorite bow or flower and don those cat- ... errr, dog-eye shades. Voila! You're ready for a trendy afternoon. Pearls are also perfect because they pair nicely with soft-toned, lace-trimmed dresses and ballet flats. Aren't I a pretty girl? XOXO

Aloha! It's Summer Time!

The weather outside is ... well, simply woof-erful! Time for me to bring out the summer colors and pose for a few shots. Happy Thursday, everyone!

Hello All! My name is Nina and I am a spoiled girl who loves the pretty things in life. This is a blog about me and my woof-tastic taste in fashion! I have a pretty sweet life: I get to sleep in each morning, have an amazing wardrobe filled with fancy doggie couture, and get to go on adventurous car rides with my mommy and brothers. I absolutely love attention (but then again, which of us don't?) and have no problem with commencing a stare-down attack on anyone who can resist petting me within 5 minutes of walking through my door. Still don't want to pet me? I can dance, speak, and roll over, too. Now doesn't that make me look cute? Pet me! Pet me, I said! You know you want to ...