Reply #10: I hearken back to the days when wild pomeranians roamed the plains.

[Blue-Jay]

Nipping at the ankles of our australopithecine ancestors, and peeing on their mammoth skin rugs. It was a simpler time for us hunter-gatherers and we were generally accepted into their pomeranian packs. The whole agreement went south when we discovered that they were indeed tasty in times of trouble. It was then that they evolved into wolves, in order to have a chance to eat us as well.

Since then, I've never trusted a pomeranian, no matter what Sharon Osbourne thinks. I consider her to be a Quisling in the ongoing human/pomeranian war.