To those who doubt fame has to come early in life let me set the record straight….my name is Peaches and I am almost 16 years old and I’ve not only joined Face book in recent days but I’ve also been asked to write an occasional few words for the Central Paws Humane Society website.
First of all, I am not a purebred doggie but rather an interesting mix of shih-tzu and terrier breeds (I think there was a scandal in my family) and I am a pretty auburn colour. My vet records say I am tan but I prefer being called a redhead as it sort of explains my name. Although my facial fur has grown whitish over the years my eyes are still bright and shine like black marbles…especially when I get into mischief…which is quite often! I’ve grown conveniently deaf over the past few months and I love to sleep away my days dreaming of belly rubs and bowls of treats.
I was originally given to the SPCA for adoption way back in 1993 and I was very lucky that a nice family adopted me on Valentine’s Day when I was just about 6 weeks old. Apparently I was so small, they put me in a shoebox! Since then, of course, I’ve grown big and strong and now weigh between 20-25 pounds.
When I was two, my family moved to a different neighbourhood and I quickly became friends with the next door neighbours. Since they were retired they used to dog sit me every single day in their home while my family went to work and to school. It worked out great for everybody and I was loved by two families! This arrangement still goes on and I usually arrive at my dog sitters around 7:30 a.m. and I leave (sometimes very reluctantly) about 12 hours later. I love it so much I even go on weekends and holidays!!! I am such a part of my second family that I was a flower girl several years ago and I only barked when the judge asked if anybody objected to the marriage! Woof!
In recent weeks, my life has been turned upside down! My second family decided to adopt me a baby brother! Maddy, a cream coloured, Pomeranian arrived about six weeks ago and was officially adopted less than a week ago. I tried my best to put a stop to it as I was a wee bit jealous (okay, make that a whole lot jealous!!!) but despite my protests, Maddy is here with us to stay. I suppose he is all right, I mean if I had to have a baby brother, I couldn’t have asked for a better one, but the point is I didn’t ask for one! I think I was worried that my second family wouldn’t love me anymore once they had a doggie of their own but that isn’t the case. I am still made to feel quite important and still get my share of attention….and treats. Oh yeah, the only good point of having a baby brother (they claim he is anywhere between two to three years old which in my book is still a baby!) in the house is it sometimes means extra treats for me. If we are getting a milkbone (they are my favourite!) all I have to do is to tell Maddy there is a squirrel in the back garden and he runs to the window and forgets his treat….which I promptly gobble up! No good to be this old if you’re not smart!!!
Because I am not allowed to take my frustrations out on Maddy (it is difficult adjusting to change at my age) I’ve decided to vent by writing a blog for Central Paws…hence the various letters. Since Christmas is closing in and Santa’s elves are watching me I am trying hard to be nice but would appreciate any offers at taking Maddy off of my hands…err…paws! Hee-hee
Bye for now….
Your little furball friend,