04/02/2026
It’s hard to believe that Creed is now 6 years old 😱🥹💕 He was only the second Pomsky that I delivered into this world and at the time of his birth, I had no intention of keeping him since he was from his mom and dad’s first litter. But my son insisted we keep him, and I thought, if nothing else, he would be a great ambassador for my program.
Fast forward 6 years, and this 14-pound hunka-hunka smoulder king, has been the staple of my breeding program having sired 51 pups. Creed stamps his pups with his unflappable personality, great looks and solid structure (Creed is OFA Good hips, elbows, patella, eyes and cardiac passed). He is exceptional with his pups and loves to play with them, but he will also play with pups from our other sires too. To this day, all of my mommas will let Creed come into their whelping pen while they are delivering their pups. He will lay beside me in their pens to keep them company, and he will ensure that Timber is absolutely not allowed in the delivery room (even if the pups are his).
Creed may be an outstanding sire, but my daughter said it best when she introduced him to her friend as my third (and favourite) child 😅 Creed has been my constant companion and comes with me almost anywhere I can take him: to-and-from school to pick up my kids, running errands, for his favourite walks, on vacations, you name it. We can’t go out in public without someone stopping me and asking about him. He is literally a celebrity. And while he tolerates people touching him, he will gladly show off some tricks for only high-quality diva treats (he will politely drop any treats that are sub-par and kindly request a more suitable treat for his Majesty).
He’s incredible around the farm and loves penning the goats into their area. He also has an incredible nose and has located and dispatched several rats, but shows zero prey-drive for our ducks, cats or livestock.
He has several crazy antics, like rolling around in the snow, pulling my hand with his paw to pet him, nudging under my armpit to make me laugh, chasing the laser pointer like the cats, knowing where we are while we’re driving and asking to put his head out the window when we get to places he likes, dragging me home from a walk if he senses danger, and coming to feed the squirrels with me every day.
He’s a big baby for being groomed, having his nails trimmed, and for bloodwork. He will accept duck jerky and unlimited belly rubs as my apology.
So, here’s hoping to another 10+ years with the boy who catapulted my program, who makes me laugh and comforts me daily, and who holds a huge piece of my heart.
Happy Birthday, Creed 💕