Ronnie

Ronnie's Story

My name is Ronnie Darling, and I was the first dog to enter the picture. I am two years old. I was purchased from a breeder in Lakeland by my grandma. Grandma wanted a Pom, but my mom didn't care what kind of dog I was so long as I was a dog. I was the last puppy left and the runt of the litter. In other words, I stole their hearts in about 5 seconds. As for the stupid name, well, my mom was a huge Mets fan as a kid, and her favorite player was Ron Darling so she named me after him.

I am easily the most submissive of us four dogs. Those weiner dogs gang up on me and there's not much I can do. Trust me, you never want to deal with 3 pissed off weiners. I'm an oversized Pom, so I'm tall, but I lack the confidence sometimes to stick up for myself. Contrary to rumor, it is NOT because I'm afraid to mess up my hair. Mom helps me out a little, sneaking me some extra treats when the weiners aren't looking. What can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter