Foxdemon Pomeranian
"Every small living being deserves to be loved"
The Journey of Little Hearts
Foxdemon did not begin with a grand idea or a big ambition. It began with a little dog with four tiny paws, and the quiet happiness of touching soft fur every single day.
Bâu
It all started with Bâu — the first little dog who walked into my life. Behind our door there was always a small heart waiting for me to come home, tilting its head when I spoke, then curling up against me each evening as if finding the safest place in the world. Bâu taught me that love does not need many words; sometimes just being there is enough. Bâu was the one who lit the flame that would later become Foxdemon.
Kiera
As my love for Pomeranians grew, I decided to bring another one home. Kiera was in Saigon, over a thousand kilometers from Hanoi, but the very first time I saw her through a screen, something about her felt instantly familiar. Those bright eyes, that small face, and her jet-black coat told me she belonged to this family. The night I went to pick Kiera up, Hanoi was drizzling and it was already ten at night, and I drove to the airport through the cold damp air. The moment I opened the carrier and held her for the first time, I knew every bit of the wait had been worth it.
Demon
During a breeding visit with Kiera, I came across a litter of little Poms running and jumping without a break. Among them was the wildest one — never sitting still, always running back to me and jumping up to be held. That was the first puppy I ever got to name myself, and I barely had to think: Demon — "the little devil" — inspired by the very name Foxdemon I had always loved. That fierce-sounding name turned out to suit the wildest one in the litter perfectly. Demon made me believe that inside a small body there can always live a powerful energy, an intense love, and a heart that never agrees to stay still.
October 2025
And then, Bâu was gone...
The family grew more and more crowded with Cả, Vâu, Mưa, Gái, Gấu, Bò, Am, Hi, and many more. The house became louder, messier, but cozier at the same time. And then Bâu was gone in the historic flood of October 2025. I still do not know how to put that grief and longing into words properly. I only know that since then, I look at everything more slowly, love these little ones more carefully, and remind myself that as long as we still have each other, we should live those days fully.
Why do I call it Foxdemon?
Fox — the creature I love
I have loved foxes for a long time, not only because of mythology, but because there is something about them that feels beautiful and hard to pin down. The longer I lived with Pomeranians, the more I felt they carried a similar quality: alert, clever, deeply attached to the people they love, and surprisingly brave for their size. So "Fox" is not just something I think looks nice. It is something I genuinely recognize in them.
Pomeranian — small, but never small
What I love about Poms is that they are small in size but their feelings are always so intense. They can be exhausting, clingy, noisy, funny, stubborn, and unbelievably affectionate, sometimes all in the same day. The longer I live with them, the more I feel that "cute" is only the surface. Under all that fur is a lot of personality, a lot of stubbornness, a lot of sensitivity, and a kind of love that is hard to put into words. That intensity - the mischief, the noise, the stubbornness, the way they cling to you and love with everything they have - is the "Demon" in this name.
That is how the name Foxdemon stayed
Foxdemon comes from the creature I have always loved and the life I live with these little ones every day. "Fox" is the sharp, beautiful, hard-to-pin-down quality I have always loved. "Demon" is not there because Poms are dark or cruel, but because they carry a fierce little force of their own: tiny, noisy, mischievous, stubborn, clingy, and full of love. I keep the name not just because it sounds right, but because every time I say it, I remember where this all began: with Bâu, with the late-night airport trip for Kiera, with meeting Demon in a noisy litter of Pom puppies, and with the kind of loss that teaches you to value every ordinary day. Foxdemon is not just a name to me. It is where I keep Bâu alive in my memories, and where my Poms belong, now and for all the years to come.
“If you love them, love them all the way”
I do not think anyone has to love a dog perfectly. But I do believe every one of them deserves to be safe, to be loved, and to be cared for with kindness. If you already have a dog at home, or are planning to welcome a new member into your family, I hope you will give them more than just the excitement of the first days — give them your time, your gentleness, and a bond that lasts.
Meet the dogs at Foxdemon