Nicknames: Peachers, Peach Fuzz, Peach-pie, Peachy, Peachy Keen, Sweet Pea, Miss P, Stinky, Little Stinker
Birthday: June 5th 1999
Likes: Sleeping, being held or carried everywhere, watching TV with her daddy
Pet-Peeves: Men wearing caps, not getting attention, anything Daisy does
Favorite Toy: She steals Daisy's toys mostly. She loves her giant stuffed hamburger. And she loves Super Soaker balls. They're soft enough for her to grab and light enough for her to carry. They've become her favorites lately.
Favorite Food: Peaches loves any kind of food she can get...except for sweets. She loves cheese, peanut butter and strawberry Newtons but doesn't care for doggie desserts. She loves ice cream, though.
Favorite Walk: Walk??? No way...carry me! Actually, Peaches loves to be outside and go for walks in our neighborhood. She also likes to "stand guard" under our oak tree and scan the yard for birds and squirrels to chase away.
Best Tricks: She doesn't really do any tricks and isn't interested in learning them at this age.
Arrival Story: The beginning... We saw an ad in November 2006 on Petfinder for a "tiny and abused" senior chihuahua. It said her jaw had been wired shut by her previous owners and she'd be thrown into a water filled ditch to die. We've always wanted to rescue a dog and a senior at that and we just couldn't get her story out of our minds. We weren't sure she'd work out with our other two...they come first...but we were willing to try. __________________________________ ________ Peaches' arrival... We had to wait for Peaches to get over kennel cough, a skin infection and recover from spay surgery before we could meet her. The rescue arranged for her to be brought to us on December 9th. Having been in rescue for more than a month, we'd thought she'd be in better condition. Peaches arrived dirty, wormy, emaciated, with a bad smell from mouth and ears. Whether she worked out for us or not, we just couldn't ignore her medical needs. In the first 4 days she was with us, we addressed all of her issues and had 4 bad teeth removed. Her front bottom canines were rotted at the root and had grown into the roof of her mouth. One molar was rotten and one baby tooth was still intact. Once all those bad teeth were removed and her pain subsided, she began eating better and even started playing with toys - something she'd never done at her foster home. __________________________________ ________ The best intentions... Our vet informed us that Peaches' jaw hadn't been wired shut, but instead that the wire was put in to keep her jaw in place while it healed after having been broken. The shelter removed the wire without knowing what it was and before her jaw was healed. As a result, her jaw is deformed, which caused the loss of her bottom canines. To me, her mouth was a more serious medical need than her spay surgery. While spaying is important, her actual health should have been the real priority for the rescue. We would gladly have had her spayed once she was well. If her mouth had been fixed first, her overall health would have been better that much sooner. __________________________________ ________ The saga continues.. Peaches was apparently treated very badly by men in the past. When she arrived, she was afraid of all men, including her new daddy. He took time off work to spend the first few days with her to earn her trust. He gave her all her meals and did almost everything for her the first few weeks. Lots of treats, soft voices and slow movements eventually paid off - she now knows she has nothing to fear from him at all and actually adores being with him.
Bio: Her history...Peaches seems to have been an older lady's dog that maybe a husband or son didn't like and treated badly. We think she may be a runaway or something happened to her first mom and she was dumped by another family member. We think Peaches was very loved at one time. She loves going in the car, going for walks and just being outside. She was carried much of her life, but not in the right way so now her front legs stick out at odd angles and she doesn't walk properly. When she hears the microwave go off and we take out a bowl, she starts dancing so it seems that someone used to make her food that way, most likely after her jaw was broken. She'd rather sleep in bed with us so we're guessing she used to be allowed to do that, too. We hope if she did run away and is being missed by her family that they'll somehow know that she's being loved and cared for. _________________________________ Her present... Peaches is now a happy, healthy 7 lbs. She's able to eat any food we give her, even with her deformed jaw and missing teeth. The few medical issues she does have are normal for any other chihuahua her age. She does have some aggression issues toward our dogs but we're working on that and are making slow progress. Peaches does have some odd issues like being afraid of the shower, screaming when you open or close windows, etc. but she's adjusting for the most part.
My friend Cleo tagged me. I have to say 7 things I am grateful for. Then send this to 7 friends.
1) That I have an anonymous Fairy Dogmother at a shelter who decided I was worth saving and found my foster mom.
2) That my parents are suckers for a sob story and found me on Petfinder.
3) That I have my own space to go to when I don't want any other dogs to bother me.
4) That my Daddy took the time and care with me to make me understand that he's one of the good guys and I don't have to be afraid.
5) That Daddy rolls the window all the way down and let's me "surf" even though Momma hates it. :)
6) That my Gotcha Day is coming up and I'll get a special treat!
7) That my house is warm and secure and I'll never be without a home again.
Since there are so many of us in my house, we're all going to go in together as a family and only nominate 7 pups instead of 7 pups each.
Momma took me to the vet yesterday. Ugh! Since Daisy had to go too, Momma made me sit in the back and wear my seat belt. I hate that thing...I can't reach the window. Not that it matters anyway...Momma won't let me window-surf like Daddy does. In fact, she won't even roll the window down so I can sample all the wonderful smells. :( She's waaay too obsessed with us being safe. Phfft...safe is no fun!
The good part is, the vet checked me over and said that I am totally healthy!!! WOO HOO!! She said that Momma and Daddy have done really well with me and she's amazed that I'm as healthy as I am. She said my coat is perfect, my eyes are totally clear, my tummy is great and my heart is very strong. I've even lost about half a pound but I needed to...I was getting fed a little too well there for a while and wasn't feeling well enough to run around very much but now I feel great!
As a matter of fact, the vet even lowered my estimated age from 10 to 8!! Two whole years!! It's not every day that a girl is told she's two years younger than she thought. Thinner and younger...every old gal's dream! BOL
Of course after the good news came the bad...I have to have another dental cleaning. Since my jaw is so messed up, I won't let Momma brush my teeth at all. In fact, it took Momma AND the vet to even get my mouth open for the vet to look at them. My back teeth look ok but my one last canine is kinda gunky since I can't really use it. If there's any hope of saving it, I have to have it cleaned. My top front teeth don't look so great either. I hope they can save it...I kinda like when people call me Fang.
Then it got worse...shots. I did ok. Only tried to bite the vet once when she gave me the second shot. I really hate that stuff they put in your nose, though. Don't they know I have enough trouble breathing as it is? Momma's just glad I didn't sneeze it all out.
I did ok with the shots, no reactions at all. With Logan being allergic to the rabies shot, Momma was kinda worried I might have a reaction, too. But I did fine - just a little sleepy and whiny the rest of the day. Our vet did say that the vets in our state have all signed a petition and sent it to the state to extend the rabies vaccine to every 3 years instead of one. It hasn't passed yet but they hope it will soon. I do, too...one less shot sounds good to me.
Mom was SOOO excited to find out I was DOTD but she's so upset that we missed it! She's been spending lots of time with me and the other Wee Beasties since we've been sick so she hasn't had much time to be on Dogster for us. Luckily, I'm feeling much better and was able to dictate this to her but I have to make it quick since it's past my bedtime.
I want to thank Dogster for choosing me as DOTD (so cool!) nd thanks SOO much to everyone who congratulated me with stars, rosettes, PPRs and pawmails. I promise I'll get around to thanking each of you individually later this week. My brother Logan is having surgery on Tuesday so Mom's kinda busy right now, but I'll make sure she gets list of all you great pups.
And a big, big thanks to those pups who were able to send pics of me being on the homepage. Mom's so stoked that she's gonna be able to add it to my scrapbook...and my Dogster page, of course!
Again, thank you all so much. My Benadryl is kicking in and I'm getting very sleepy, so I'm afraid that's all for now.