Foxdemon Pomeranian
Where little dogs walked into my life, and Foxdemon slowly took shape from there.
It All Started with Bâu
When Bâu came into my life, I was not thinking very far ahead. I was just someone learning, for the first time, what it feels like to have a small creature waiting at home for me. Later Kiera, Demon, and many others came along, and Foxdemon slowly took shape in a very natural way. It did not begin with some grand intention. It came from the time I genuinely spent living with them every day.
Bâu
Bâu was the first little dog who made me get used to the feeling that someone small was always waiting for me at home. There were days when work left me exhausted, but the moment I opened the door and saw him run over, tilt his head at my voice, then curl up against me at night, everything felt lighter. Back then I was not thinking about Foxdemon or Pomeranians. I only knew that Bâu was the reason I started caring for these little ones in a way I had never known before.
Kiera
After Bâu, I started paying much more attention to Pomeranians. Then I met Kiera. She was in Saigon while I was in Hanoi, but even through a screen she felt strangely familiar. The night I went to pick her up at the airport, it was drizzling and already late, and all I could think about was finally holding her in my arms. The moment I opened the carrier and picked her up, I knew she and I truly belonged together. Kiera was the one who took me from simply caring for dogs to falling deeply for this breed.
Demon
Demon came into my life during a breeding visit with Kiera. In the middle of a whole litter of little Poms, he was the wildest one, running back and forth before coming straight to me and refusing to leave. I got to name him myself, and at that moment the only name in my head was Demon. The name sounds fierce, but it matched his energy perfectly. With Demon, Foxdemon stopped being just a name in my head. It became the footsteps running through the house, the barking from another room, the little acts of mischief, and even the tired days when I still could not help laughing at him.
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, cared for kindly and with devotion, and to live alongside someone patient enough to truly understand them for the long run. If you already have a dog at home, or are about to welcome one into your life, I hope you will give them more than the excitement of the first days. Please give them time, gentleness, and a bond that stays.
Meet the dogs at Foxdemon