My first home

I was born an only pup into a house full of papillons (and one lone collie). There were other puppies in the house about my same age, so we did get to play together. It was a great place to start out in the world. My mother Ellie was a very good mother, and my human mom was wonderful to me too. She fed us shredded cheese and was exceedingly gentle and kind. My first home was a happy place.

Here’s my lineage. I don’t know what all those CH’s mean.

Mama's family tree

Dad's family tree

[No. 1 here... Willie has never been told that he is a 'mismark' for showing and was placed as a pet instead. According to the breed standard, a papillon can have no white blaze or a central white blaze. If they have a blaze, it's not supposed to touch either eye. Willie looks like a harlequin! Lucky us!]

Ch. Little Lord Far-fel, aka Dad

No. 2 says I look just like him, except for the color of course.

Sadly, I have no picture of my mother.

One day, when I was about 4 months old, some very nice humans came to the house and played with me… in the living room! We puppies weren’t allowed to come in all that often, but I got picked up especially and lifted over the gate! Oh, that was a treat. I raced around and around, settled down for a minute on the knees of one of the visitors, then took off running again, then came back to the knees again. It was jolly good fun.