It's Frosty's birthday - he's 13 today and still as cute and sweet as ever. Here's a couple of pictures made on the day I got him (he wasn't quite 8 weeks old)
I've always loved poodles and Frosty is my 4th. He was a gift from my late husband who knew I'd always wanted a 'tiny' poodle. My others were miniatures - so I was especially pleased with him.
Unfortunately he came from a puppy mill (that's another story I guess) and had some issues, but it was definitely love at first sight for me.
He's got the very best personality but is definitely a "mama's boy". He's crate trained but howls if I leave him and he thinks anyone can hear him. Don't leave him a lot - and wouldn't leave him at all if I could take him into all stores. Actually, he's cleaner and better behaved than most kids - and his feet don't touch the ground when we're out and about.
He was just over a year old in this one.
Another older picture - just after he was groomed. We have a great groomer, but Frosty isn't particularly pleased when he goes. He's cut shorter than that now as our groomer is temporarily closed because of health problems. His fur grows fast though, so he'll be a puff ball soon enough.
This is him with Boots - my outside cat. Boots weighs 20 pounds, Frosty 3-1/2. Needless to say, he's considerably smaller - but he's definitely the boss. Emma Grace (inside cat) is his favorite though and they play together.
And, this is Frosty today. That's his bed at work - oh yeah - he's a working dog. He takes his job seriously - guard dog and greeter at our local Cross stitch shop. He's starting to get cataracts and can't jump quite as well as when he was younger, but he's still going strong.
Frosty sticks to me like velcro, sleeps with me, goes most places with me and is my loving companion. I pray he's around for MANY more years!