PEETIE PETE

So my last blog was depressing and I knew when I posted it that the next one needed to be happy but I didn't know then just how happy it would be.

This is Peetie, or as I called him for the 32 hours I kept him, Peetie Pete!

I will give you all a moment to look and say what everyone says... OH MY GOSH, he is too cute!

Back with me now? This little guy was brought into the pound by a young girl who said she found him. At this shelter, when any animal is brought in as lost, they are required to hold him or her for 6 days to give the owner a chance to claim him. During that time, they are held in cages with little socialization or interaction. No one, not even a rescue can do anything for them until their hold day is up.

This little mug shot was all I had for 6 long days!

Then, the day arrived and I could snatch him! The shelter workers had been very good to him. I mean really- how could you not be good to him? They kissed and hugged him goodbye and were so happy for him. These girls work in a kill shelter and face so much sadness each day, Peetie brought them a bright light.

I brought him home, all 2 pounds of him. Other than little sores on his feet from standing on a grated bottom cage, he had done remarkably well and came out with the most amazing awe and wonder at the world, grass, carpet, screens, car rides, other dogs, a cat, and best of all people to hold him, get puppy kisses from him, pet him and carry him and protect him. His little eyes were full of wonder at it all. To say he is adorable or cute does not do him justice. He is a little miracle of survival and a mascot for all dogs in shelters hoping for their miracle.

For anyone who buys puppies from breeders or pet stores, look at this face and know that there is another option out there!

Peetie learned to come up and down the stairs that were three times higher than he was in about 2 hours. He ran at my 27 pound all muscle boston boy without the slightest fear. He even tried to take a milkbone from him. I picked him up because he is way too young for milk bones. Riley just looked at me as if to say, what is this little midget and why is he taking my food???

Everyone who met him wanted to sneak him home in their purse. My sister who was visiting was no exception I promised her I would tell you all that she wanted to name him Rambo!

Peetie is between 5 and 6 weeks old and has not yet been fully vetted. He is safe and happy with his new foster Mom who will continue to help him to grow up and learn the ways of the world. He is not old enough yet to be adopted but we know he will be one day. He has a wonderful life waiting for him and believe me he can't wait! Stay tuned!