Preshus (4/29/1988-11/26/2001)

American Eskimo Dog/Chihuahua
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Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Presh-Presh, Presh-Girl

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

April 29th 1988

Play, Being Bossy, Play, Play, and More Play

Blowing in her face and you would lose your nose

Favorite Toy:
Tennis Ball

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Anyplace you want to walk

Best Tricks:
Sit at the top of the stairs and you throw the ball to her and she would hit it back to you with her nose.

Arrival Story:
Her mother was my brother's dog and she was a cute little, fat furball and I had to have her.

While visiting family, my brother's dog had the most beautiful litter of puppies. They were only 3/4 American Eskimo, but were just adorable. The others all slept piled together, but not this one. She slept separate and by herself. I played with her while I was there and Snowball didn't seem to mind her. I decided she was going with me when I left and she did. She was with us until the very end.

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Little Dog With Big Attitude

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My Tail of Devotion for Preshus (4/29/1988-11/26/2001)

September 24th 2006 5:53 pm
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You were born to a litter of puppies between Breezy and Bear in the Spring of 1988. There were 5 of you, all girls. We went to visit my grandfather, who was terminally ill and found this beautiful litter of puppies at my mom's. She had strategically placed your box where I would have to walk by each and every time I went to the shower. Each time I headed for the shower, I found myself lying on the floor with all of you hopping all over me. Whenever I went in to watch TV, she would walk in with you and place you in my lap. She was determined I would fall in love with you while I was there.

Snowball did not seem to mind you as he was my greatest concern. He was already 12 and accustomed to being the only dog. My goal was to make his final years as wonderful as he had made all that I had known him. Since he didn't seem to mind you, I decided it would be nice to have you around. You were the cutest little ball of fluff. Your dad was not as easily convinced, but I had already determined that I was taking you with me, even if I had to hide you in the van and pray you didn't whine for the first 6 hours of our ride home. He relented at the last minute.

Amazingly, you were already house broken when we got you. What you were not, was demon broken. You were such a little devil. You tormented poor Snowball with your razor sharp teeth. You also got our ankles, heels, wrists, noses and whatever else you could get. We were so glad when you got your big girl teeth. We had begun to call you Monster to the point that you had started to respond to it. We knew we could not continue to do that, unless we wanted that to be your name.

You would dig little holes in the back yard with your teeth that went as far down as your nose. Amazingly, you never used your paws. This was just a phase that eventually ended. In the interim, we were filling those holes to keep from turning ankles and killing ourselves.

As you grew, you could not wait to be the boss. It rocked your world when Breezy came here to live prior to Snowball's death and you weren't able to be the Queen Bee immediately. I am not sure you quite got over that. You certainly seemed to carry that grudge. We had so much fun playing tag. I would chase you through the house and then you would chase me. You would sit at the top of the stairs and we would throw you the tennis ball and you would bat it back with your nose. Once you were tired of this game, you would catch the ball in your mouth and lie down.

First and foremost, you were a daddy's girl. For all of my begging and pleading for you, it is never us that choose our canine friends. That has never been more obvious than with you. You came here and immediately decided you loved Daddy. Maybe it is because you are both cantankerous and ornery. (smile) The one thing I knew for sure. If you were lying on my chest, I better check you for a fever. You always came to mommy when you were sick.

You were always extremely healthy. You didn't suffer the arthritis like Breezy and Snowball. You were still extremely muscle bound and healthy the day you died. Your death came as quite a shock to us. I never knew dogs died from COLLAPSED TRACHEA (scroll to the bottom and click on the left of the page) when they had never been abused or mistreated or injured. The vet told us it was common in the smaller breeds, but I couldn't help feeling as if I had somehow let you down. Your collar was for your tags only, because you pulled too hard on your leash. This prompted me to buy you a harness. I could not understand how this could happen to you. I have since researched this and have learned it is more common in the Chihuahua breed, in which you had ~25%. I have no idea if this is why this happened to you, but I do know there was no human reason for it. You were very pampered, very well cared for and very loved. We feel very cheated to have lost you in this way. It seems you were only with us for a moment and then you were gone. I am not sure there was a better way to have lost you; as we are never ready to let our special friends go. There just are some ways that seem to make more sense than others. I now understand this had more to do with the heart disease you suffered than with abuse. I guess I did not understand or realize the heart disease was worse. The murmur had never been upgraded like it had with Breezy and Snowball, but you always had a tendency toward respiratory infections every Spring and Fall. I see the connection now.

The house was so quiet when you left us that we adopted 2 dogs. For such a little girl, you made quite an impact. Terra didn't eat for 2 weeks after you left, because she was so depressed. Rocky came here starved for affection, food and love. You would have liked him as long as he stayed out of your chair. He has stayed out of your chair, since there wasn't room for him and your dad. Sidney came about 6 months later. He's bossy and a talker like you.

We Love You And Miss You Presh-girl

We'll meet you at the bridge......................

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My Memorial Poem

September 17th 2006 8:04 pm
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APRIL 29, 1988 – NOVEMBER 26, 2001

You came into our lives as a waddling little pup;
We called you ‘Little Monster’ because of the havoc you wrought.

You had your ways like none we had met;
And you shook like a Fall leaf with every trip to the Vet.

You were bossy and demanding, making your needs and wishes known;
Whether it was to play, for food, bossing the other dogs or just a milk bone.

Your pretty face, you could turn into a nasty snarl;
But regardless of that, you were always our ‘Presh girl’’.

From biting poor Snowball with your razor sharp teeth;
You bowed down to Breezy, but were never beneath.

We filled little holes that you dug with your mouth;
But never realized how rowdy you managed to keep the house.

By blowing in your face, one might lose their nose;
Your bark had more volume than a top of the line Bose.

The time came one night when you could no longer stay;
Your departure left our lives in such disarray.

Terra stopped eating and playing; she misses you still:
Daddy’s and Mommy’s sadness can not be concealed.

Your bark is now silent, your needs are all met;
Your days filled with sunshine; no trips to the Vet.

For now you are in Heaven and no longer sick;
You can play all day with no worries of fleas or of ticks.

Your friends, Snowball and Breezy will keep you company;
You may be surprised as you find Bear, Sassy and Fluffy.

Please be a good girl and have lots of fun;
But know here, you are NOT forgotten, though you are gone.

December 2001

(c) Copyright - This poem was written by Preshus' Mommy and may not be copied or republished without the written consent of the author.

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