Buttons is my first born. She's a mixed breed; what's playfully called a "Pekapom" which is a Pomeranian Pekingese mix. Buttons found me through an ad in the Penny Saver. We were both in need of a best friend. I found her at what I thought to be a private home with a batch of newborn pups. Later I found out it was really a "puppy farm." I picked her (or I should say she picked me) from inside a cardboard box, surrounded by squealing siblings with teary eyes and matted squashes of fur, all begging for attention. She eyed me quietly and drew me in by her lack of fussing. I know now that was her personal pattern of passive aggressive behavior. We rode home quietly with my 16 ounces of fluff hanging from my shoulder, fast asleep and breathing in my ear. When she wasn't sleeping, she was bouncing around like a rubber ball. To avoid stepping on her, I carried her around the house on my shoulder. My shoulder became her quiet place, her safe place, her happy place.
One day I returned home from work and found her in a puddle of blood and vomit in the middle of the kitchen floor. I wrapped her in a towel and rushed her to the vet. It was then I found out she was from a "puppy farm" and had not been cared for properly. She had been infected with Parvo which is a virus and usually deadly to little tiny pups like her. The vet said she needed to be quarantined and I could visit her daily. Each day I would come, walk through the pan of bleach solution to prevent introducing more germs into her environment, and we would visit. We both cried each time I had to leave. After about 10 days, the vet said there was nothing more to do. He told me to take her home and hope for the best. That was twelve years ago. She's still my boss today.
Eleven years ago, Buttons and I moved into our new home in Lomita Pines. We moved in the day after Christmas Day. We spent the day unpacking boxes - stacking them in each appropriate room. Buttons had a box too, a big box of puppy toys. I opened her box and left it on the floor in the family room. Later in the day, tired and sleepy I put Buttons on my shoulder and headed for the bedroom. As I past her box in the family room, I noticed it was empty. I was confused. I began looking for her toys, thinking I had dumped them somewhere by accident. As I went from room to room I noticed something peculiar. Every room had at least one puppy toy. Buttons was sleeping on my shoulder and I didn't want to wake her to ask the question, but I knew...she had made Lomita Pines her new home too!
Buttons and I would love to help you find a special home in Lomita Pines too, or any of the great South Bay cities. Visit our websites: www.yoursouthbayteam.com, www.lomitahomes.com, www.inthepines.com or call us anytime for a personal tour.