August 29, 2013

A post about my dog's hair

One of the most beautiful things about owning a Pomeranian is being able to gaze and fawn over their beautiful coat. 






Seriously. Look at that plumage. A Pomeranian's coat is like a work of art. He knows it, we know it.

The downside to bearing the responsibility of maintaining such a fabulous little beast? The fluff balls. That's not the technical term, but it's what Engineer Husband and I have so lovingly named them - almost like if we call them something cute we won't run out of the house screaming? Because as much as you brush, and bathe, and brush some more - it's everywhere. 

You can vacuum. You can dust. And it's all great and good for a day or so. Until the Fluff Master decides to roll around on the black rug in your room. Or lay on the back of the couch and so leave little pieces of himself on the sofa table. Which of course you won't really notice until an unexpected guest arrives and BAM - FLUFF.

But you learn. You schedule routine groomings. You're on track with the groomings and your vacuuming schedule so it works. And you start out small. Because Pomeranians are strange creatures - atleast ours is incredibly vain. So you leave the poofy head and the poofy tail.Y'know..so they still feel like themselves.




It's hard to tell from this picture, but it's one of my favorite ones. See the mane is still intact, body shaved down (where most of the shedding occurs), and then the wild bushy tail.

I loved this picture so much I commissioned an artwork as a wedding present for EH.


And then you get busy. Or lazy. Or something. And the hair grows. And grows and grows and accumulates around your house until you realize that that second dog you've been begging for? Yea, you could make an entirely duplicate Moose out of the shed fluff balls that are piling up by your nightstand and on the aforementioned sofa table.

So what do you do? You scramble to make an appointment. Right after you get off work. It's hot. And humid. (It is August in Arkansas after all!) You rush home, scramble to find the collar and the leash. You're on your way. FREEDOM. FREEDOM FROM FLUFF.

And then this happens. You're excited. Like a woman who goes to the salon every other year and decides after waiting to grow her hair out all long that she now wants to chop it all off. For change! For a new start! That's what I decided for Moose.

Which is how this happened.



That's a full body mohawk, folks. There was a slight miscommunication at the groomers. Where I had envisioned a still fluffy face with a fun little mohawk down his back leading into a still poofy tail....yea, they more or less took some inspiration from The Lion King and decided our wonderful, regal, worthy of art Pomeranian needed to be a little more hard core.

At the very least, our little guy is much more cuddly. Our house is just a little less fluffy. And I can't help but think that's a victory. 

As for being so edgy, I'm glad to know that our Squish's new image hasn't changed him too much.






August 27, 2013

Well hey y'all!

I figure it's way past time to get the dreaded first post out of the way.

So hey y'all! I'm Rachel and this is my new project - Pretty Little Victories. I hope you feel free to move around the site (still in progress, of course) but I'll give you a crash course here.

I'm a twenty-something living in Central AR where I'm in the life insurance brokerage business. I am the lucky keeper of the fluffiest squish face ever, our Pomeranian Moose, and I'm proudly married to Engineer Husband who feels the same way. 



I'm a good mood enthusiast and I like to try and find the positive in any situation. Little things excite me (sometimes exorbitantly which my Husband could tell you!) but that's okay. If that little thing happens to be pretty, that just makes it even more sweet.


The purpose of this blog is to document those little things (and sometimes big!) that sum up all the pretty little victories in life. Finding a great new product, having a great hair day, getting over an obstacle at work or in your personal life, something great that happens in the world. It really doesn't matter as long as I can count it a victory! 


So I hope you'll join me. I think it's going to be fun!