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..::Demon Dog From Hell::..
« Thread Started on Aug 1, 2007, 1:27am »

He's not new, or anything. We've had him for about four years.

Name:
PeeWee[nicknamed Killer]

Age:
About four and half

Gender:
Male

Breed:
Chihuahua/MAYBE Min Pin[Miniature Pincher]

Personality:
To anyone new, he's vicious. Mainly to males, for unknown reasons. He's TERRIFIED of basketballs. He barks for no reason. He can get too cuddly to those he knows[mainly me]. He licks FAR too much. He gets jealous of the computer sometimes. He needs a MAJOR attitude adjustment. He's completely annoying. And yet, though he has all these faults, it's hard not to fall in love with him. He has huge eyes, that look at those close to him with passion and love. His tail wags everytime he sees someone he knows and loves. You could almost swear he's smiling when he's with somenoe he loves.

History:
It's not hard to tell that he had a hard history. His ear has most likely been broken, and it seems as though he had things thrown at him many times. I also think he was hit numerous times, because when you raise your hand to pet him, he cowers. I believe he was also tortured with water, because you can't give him a bath without getting yourself soaked. At the age of about six months, he was picked up by a dog pound. When I went into the dog pound, we searched for nearly an hour, looking at the dogs over and over. I didn't want to leave, because I swore I felt like the dog I wanted was here. But, we had to leave. Before we left, I saw this little black dog cowering in the back of his cage. I walked over to him. He was near another dog, this one barking viciously. But I ignored the barking, walking up to this cowering black dog. He came up to the front of the cage, his tail wagging. And when I looked into his amber eyes, I knew he was the one. He was a puppy, and my grandma didn't want a puppy. I begged and pleaded, and finally we took him out. He was gentle and kind, and I knew I wanted him. We took him home, and he hid under out kitchen table everyday. I was the only one who came to visit him. I would sit on the floor and talk to him. Eventually, he started getting used to me. And soon, he was following me around everywhere I went. He was highly protective of me, but I didn't care.

A few years later, I moved. I came back about six months later. When I came back, he didn't reconize me until I said his name. Then I could tell he was happy. I took him in my arms, and he licked me vigerously. I was so happy, and I could tell he was too. He looked a lot fatter, though. Now, he still sleeps with me. And he's getting older. He's growing grey hairs, getting slower on walks, losing stamina. I hate to admit it, but he's experiencing old age. I've thought about what I'm going to do when I lose him. Just the thought makes me teary-eyed. Well, anyway, he's alive and well. I hope he stays for a long time.

Picture at Ten Months:
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