Hi, I’m Winnie—but you can call me Pooh. Most people do. (Yes, like the bear, but I promise I’m fluffier and way cuter.) I’m a 9-month-old Havapoo with one blue eye, one brown eye, and enough personality to fill a whole dog park.

When I run, I don’t just run. I hop. It’s called the “Havanese hop,” but honestly, I think of it as my signature move. Add in the fact that I like to stand up on my back legs when I get excited—kind of like a ballerina who’s had too much coffee—and you’ve basically got yourself a dancing dog.

I joined the Tomasic family back in February, when they scooped me up from a farm in Ohio. I was barely 2 pounds at the time (pocket-sized perfection, if you ask me). Now I’m around 7 pounds—still small, but mighty, especially when it comes to demanding treats, belly rubs, and car rides.

Speaking of spoiled… let’s just say I’ve got it good. Just two months after moving in, I was already jet-setting to St. Petersburg, Florida. That’s right—I flew on a plane. I lounged by the pool, dined at dog-friendly restaurants, and explored the sunshine like a true VIP (Very Important Pup). Since then, life has been one adventure after another—ice cream trips, family visits, car rides, and plenty of love everywhere I go.

So yes, I may be small. Yes, I may hop when I run. But in my world, I’m the star of the show—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tail wags,
Pooh