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. :-)