Squeegee (In Memory)


Rat Terrier
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Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Squeeger, Squeegeroo, Squidge, Squeegeeni, Miss Squidge, Squidge-butt

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-pound dog

Likes:
Her Papa

Pet-Peeves:
Being picked up

Favorite Toy:
She's not into toys at all

Favorite Food:
leftover people food -- especially roast pork

Favorite Walk:
The backyard

Best Tricks:
Jumping like a circus dog

Arrival Story:
After Annie died in May of 2000, Jess really needed a friend. We went to the Humane Society and fell in love with a 10 year old Rat Terrier named PeeWee. We were told that her elderly owners had entered an assisted care facility which didn't allow dogs. She had been adopted right after the Humane Society spayed her, but after three days the people brought her back, complaining that she had knocked over a lamp (?!?!?)! One week after she was put back up for adoption, she was transfered to a veterinary clinic and put on tranquilizers. The constant barking of the other dogs was frightening her to the point where she was refusing food, and dogs that small can't afford to miss many meals. Right after she was stabilized and put back up for adoption, we saw her. The noise in the room was deafening, and she was sitting in the back of her kennel, head in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. That's all I needed to see. Clearly, PeeWee -- soon to be renamed Squeegee -- needed us even more than we needed her. Truth be told, my husband wasn't crazy about the idea at first. He thought he didn't like small dogs! HA! Now he's her biggest fan and admirer. ;-)

Bio:
It was a Saturday when we brought her home, and she seemed very well behaved and fine with the other pets, so we had no qualms about leaving for work on Monday morning. On the way home late Monday afternoon, I stopped at the post office (two doors down from my house) and saw a little black & white dog running around the parking lot. I thought to myself, "Gee -- that dog looks a lot like Squeegee... " Seconds later, as the dog approached my open car door, I realized that it WAS Squeegee! I just sat there, stunned; but with no prompting, she very happily jumped into the car with a look on her face that said, "Where the heck have YOU been?" When I got home, I discovered that, at some point during the day, she had pushed a hole through the screen on the dining room window, and jumped out through a thick climbing rose bush that grew in front of it! Later, the Postmistress told me that Squeegee had been in the parking lot ALL DAY, checking out every person who got out of a car. Obviously then, we were dealing with a super-serious case of separation anxiety. We found that she had also poked holes in the upstairs window screens, but, apparently, she had decided that she wasn't suicidal. From that point on, much to our cats disgust, we had to keep all windows closed when we weren't home. After a month or so, she stopped this behavior. She seemed reassured that, even if we left the house, she didn't need to go looking for us -- we would always come back. In no time at all, Squeegee calmed down and turned out to be a very sweet dog. It took her a while to warm up to Jesse (she had been an only dog), but eventually they became inseparable. When he went to Rainbow Bridge, she clearly missed him, but after a week or so, seemed to accept his absence. She never did develop a fondness for the cats, but she tolerates their existence and basically ignores them. She's quiet and a bit quirky, but -- hey -- everyone has some eccentricity! ;-) She is not crazy about Sandy, the newest canine addition to our family, but at age 17 (119 in human years) that's her right. Apart from normal aging issues like moderate cataracts, bladder control problems and the usual aches and pains of old age, she's in fairly good shape. When we come home, she still jumps and dances around our legs, as we try not to step on her. ************************ On April 21, 2007, after a mercifully short illness, our Squeegee joined her brothers and sisters at the Bridge. Her earthly family will miss her terribly. *********************

Forums Motto:
I'm a little dog? ;-)

The Groups I'm In:
Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 4th 2005 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
2005 Valentine's Day Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
114797


Meet my family
Annie B. Goode
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Sandy
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An Elderly Rat Terrier's Point of View


What's a Squeegee?

July 25th 2006 4:46 am
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Lots of people have remarked on my name. They say it's unusual, and they wonder how I got it.

Well, when I came to live here, my name was PeeWee. Mama and Papa didn't like it because, first of all, they felt that it was too typical for a small dog and, secondly, that it was too masculine for a very feminine girl like me. They wanted to rename me, but they knew it would be best to find one that sounded something like the old one. A few names came to mind -- Phoebe, Mimi, Beebee, etc. -- but none of them really fit me. So they waited, knowing that the perfect name would eventually present itself.

One day, my big brother Jesse stepped on my toes. It didn't really hurt that much, but I wanted to let him know not to do it again, so I let out a high pitched shriek. Mama looked at Papa and said "That's it! Squeegee!! She sounded just like a squeegee on glass!"

And that's how PeeWee became Squeegee. :-)

 

Friends Finally

September 15th 2005 12:30 pm
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Sandy and I really didn't get along when she first got here; she was really pushy and wanted all the attention, but she has come a long way -- just like Mama and Papa said she would.

She never tries to steal my food or my bed anymore, and she can even be really thoughtful -- like when we come in from a walk in the rain, and she gently dries me off with her tongue. I let her lay on my bed with me now because I know she'll be careful not to roll over on me. I never would have thought I'd say this, but I she's become like a sister to me and and I love her!!

 

Letting Off Steam

March 19th 2005 1:45 pm
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That new dog (Sandy) is driving me crazy! She's insolent! She has no respect for her betters and elders! She chases the cats -- not that I particularly care, but it does show a lack of class... She punches me in the ribs with her nose and pushes me around! It hurts! She tries to steal my cookies. She stands over me and tries to intimidate me. Worst of all, she's almost crushed me on my very own bed a few tmes! And it's not like she's a puppy -- I heard Mama say she was already over 3 years old!

My People always scold her when she does these things, but frankly, I think they're too lenient with her! She should be made to live outside and sleep in a dog house for a while -- like poor Tosha next door does. Then maybe she'd learn her place!

Oh, well -- thanks for allowing me to let off some steam. I know Mama and Papa would be very happy if I could learn to live with Sandy, and I really do want to! It's just that she doesn't make it very easy...

 
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