Snickers came into my life after the death of my husband's Boxer, Tequila. One of my friend's at work had "accidentally" bred her Pomeranian/Corgi male and her mini American Eskimo. She knew we had lost our dog and said I could have one of her 7 puppies. I went to see them and fell in love with the little runt of the litter. He staggered toward me and licked my hand and that was it. He was mine. I would go visit him before I brought him home at 12 weeks so he would know me. After I brought him home I would let him out before I went to bed and again early in the morning because he could not ...