Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Pete, Petey, Peep, P-Nut, PP, Peepster, Peep Nugget, Nugget-boy, Nuggety-goodness, Goodie, Baddie, Dog-boy, Dawg, Peeperoni, Peepster
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September 14th 1999
Peep can often be found following me around the house and/or snoozing on the bed. He also enjoys chasing anything that moves, particularly if that moving thing is a CAT!
Dood does not care to get skunked in the eye. He also maintains a strident dislike for toe-nail cutting, however necessary.
Peeps fave toys include his "sister" and anything that Aida is currently enjoying!
Pete will gladly follow us anywhere and do anything.
Peepster can do a plethora of tricks, but his best one involves chasing his tail round, then rubbing his face all over the carpet. He also does a good "dead dog" but sometimes you have to "shoot" him several times before he finally keels over!
Well, I'll tell ya...I searched high and low for this beasty.
I was working in Montana at the time, and had fancied the neighbours Red Heeler (which was being badly abused by said neighbour). Before I could muster the gumption to ask if they were thinking of another home for the dawg, they moved away, and I was quite sad - both for that dog, and myself.
So, the search was on. I searched, and I searched and I searched. I used Petfinder.com to search the entire continent for just the right Red Heeler. All in all I searched for about 9 months.
During that time, I relocated from Montana to the Seattle area. We'd bought a house and were just settling in when I looked on Petfinder.com again - this time, looking at the shelter in our area - Kitsap County Humane Society.
Well, I thought I'd had my heart set on a Heeler, but I saw this dog and I KNEW he was the one.
Far too late to get to the shelter at that time of night (it was like 2 in the morning), I zipped off the directions for the shelter and went excitedly to bed.
Well, the shelter opened at 10.30 that following morning, and by the time I got un-lost it was about 2pm! I thought for certain that someone would have adopted this dog by the time I got there, and so I walked purposefully up to the main counter and asked where kennel #42 could be found.
The individual pointed me in the direction of the dog kennels and I hurried around, trying to find the appropriate kennel. At last, almost dejectedly I rounded the final corner.
Prepared for disappointment, I gazed into the very last dog kennel in the entire building - and there he was! He was not a Red Heeler, as I thought I wanted, but rather I'd fallen in love with a skinny yellow dog of dubious ancestry.
I read his kennel card which gave me a bit of history on him - he'd been there for three weeks and was likely to go down soon, if no one came for him. He was surrendered and obviously emaciated. He barely weighed in at 50lbs when I took him home, all skin and bones.
It didn't take him long to come around, though for the first couple of weeks I had to feed him a blended mixture of yogurt, wet dog food, supplements and rice. It seems that he'd been starved so long that his stomach couldn't really handle anything else.
Well, the rest, as they say, is history - a more beloved dog there will never be! I love that boy with an intensity reserved only for him and my spouse. He's agility king, trickster extrordinaire and a handsome devil to boot!
It is with great sadness that we announce the sudden passing of our dear friend and constant companion. He was my best friend, and I miss him dearly.
Go Peep Nugget, Go!!
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