My name is Pontchik, and I'm not just any dog; I'm the cherished companion of my friend Egor, who gave me that name. I'm five years old and proud to be part of this family.
My name is Pontchik, and I'm not just any dog; I'm the cherished companion of my friend Egor, who gave me that name. I'm five years old and proud to be part of this family.
Egor endured a concussion in 2014 when their kindergarten was hit by shells. His mom sacrificed for him, and that makes him unique. He desperately wanted a Pomeranian Spitz so his parents agreed with him.
Egor spent hours browsing the internet and finally fell in love with me - a dog from a breeder in Cherkasy.
I arrived by train, having a puppy's awkward charm that didn't exactly match the online photos. But love at first sight, they say, and my humans had plenty of that.
Then came the journey to Ireland. It wasn't easy, with a grandmother aged 72, a great-grandfather aged 94, my young human, and me. They were offered a nice hotel with food, but it didn't allow dogs. Without hesitation, they declined and faced a challenging trip with layovers in the scorching European heat.
My behavior changed after that; I can't be left alone, I'm so afraid to lose my humans. There has to be someone from the family nearby.
I'm not just a dog; I'm a psychologist, as they say, "a healer without side effects for my human". I know when Egor is feeling down, and I start licking him like he's my little puppy. It calms and relaxes him.
I'm a happy dog because I'm with my family, just like they are happy with me.
Egor endured a concussion in 2014 when their kindergarten was hit by shells. His mom sacrificed for him, and that makes him unique. He desperately wanted a Pomeranian Spitz so his parents agreed with him.
Egor spent hours browsing the internet and finally fell in love with me - a dog from a breeder in Cherkasy.
I arrived by train, having a puppy's awkward charm that didn't exactly match the online photos. But love at first sight, they say, and my humans had plenty of that.
Then came the journey to Ireland. It wasn't easy, with a grandmother aged 72, a great-grandfather aged 94, my young human, and me. They were offered a nice hotel with food, but it didn't allow dogs. Without hesitation, they declined and faced a challenging trip with layovers in the scorching European heat.
My behavior changed after that; I can't be left alone, I'm so afraid to lose my humans. There has to be someone from the family nearby.
I'm not just a dog; I'm a psychologist, as they say, "a healer without side effects for my human". I know when Egor is feeling down, and I start licking him like he's my little puppy. It calms and relaxes him.
I'm a happy dog because I'm with my family, just like they are happy with me.
