How I Became a Posh Poodle

From Germany to the Netherlands

Hey there, fabulous friends! It’s Pip here, ready to spill the kibble on how I became the ultimate posh poodle living it up in the Netherlands. It all started across the border in Germany, where I was born into a loving family with the best pawrents a pup could ask for. From day one, it was clear I was destined for greatness—my charm and pawsomeness couldn’t be contained!

When my new family first laid eyes on me, it was love at first sight. Mom had her worries, wondering if I’d get enough attention in my new home. Well, let me tell you, attention is my middle name! Dad, on the other paw, saw a posh poodle like no other and knew I was meant to join their pack. At just 12 weeks old, I made the move to the Netherlands faster than you can wag your tail. It was a whirlwind, but I settled into my new digs in Sittard like I was born to strut those streets.

From the get-go, my pawrents took me everywhere—friend’s houses, with grandma to a retirement home (where I spread my pawsomeness weekly), and even puppy class. Speaking of which, I aced puppy class like a champ. Dad’s always bragging about his star student (that’s me!) to anyone who’ll listen. Of course, being the posh poodle that I am, I have my demands—treats on demand, please!

Now, at 10 months old, I’m living my best life and loving every minute of it. And guess what? I’ve got my own blog now! Get ready for tales of our upcoming road trip to Italy and France this summer—I can’t wait to share the adventures with you. Stay tuned for more poshness, more pawsomeness, and of course, more POPO (that’s hugs and licks from yours truly).

Until next time,

POPO – Pip 🐾