Happy Tails
Prince Charming Peewee
By Jenna N.
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008, is the day when my own prince charming officially swept my heart away. A tan shorthaired Chihuahua named Peewee, then only four pounds.
Peewee’s happy-go-lucky personality was captivating when I first laid eyes on him at the Maple Grove Petco adoption event on Saturday, February 16th, 2008. It was comforting to witness the overwhelming response for his adoption. What a wonderful feeling since Peewee, as well as multiple other animals, deserve a warm and loving environment to live in. Throughout the event I reassured myself everything would work out how it was meant to. I wished him a loving home who would give him the attention and love so many animals deserve. I felt if I was the loving home for him then I would be chosen to adopt him. Needless to say I was chosen and of course I adopted him immediately.
As I write this Happy Tail I cannot help the smile that overpowers and controls my face. Peewee is humanlike in the sense he was born without a tail. He has a tailbone like you and I but doesn’t have a tail that follows. I have noticed when he gets excited the tailbone wiggles therefore his whole rear end does a little shake. I wonder if we humans are capable of this.
Throughout the months of April 
and May, Chloe (my two-year old West Highland Terrier) and I helped Peewee transition to going to the bathroom outside. He still is littered-trained and did this throughout the earlier months of the year. Because of his small size the months of February, March, and most of April (unfortunately) were often to cold for him.
At first the whole outside experience was a bit frightening for him. I would approach him to put his leash on while he would run away from me. Once I finally got him outside he would plop down wherever we stood and would not move. Shortly after plopping down, Peewee would start doing what I call his “toddler dance” because the purpose of the dance is to pick him up. This dance is when he stands on his hind legs then back to all fours then back to the hind legs and so on. If I ignore his dance he will keep repeating the cycle within the dance and start barking at me until I pick him up.
I’m happy to say now when I put Chloe on her leash and reach for Peewee’s he doesn’t run away from me. He sits patiently by the door and cries until I put on his leash. Instead of his “toddler dance” he races his “sister” Chloe outside. Our daily walks have become a new adventure for him with all of the different plants, trees and smells that surround him. He is becoming more independent and wanting to go his own direction on our walks to investigate.
I was not swept away by my prince charming on a white unicorn to a breathtaking castle. My heart was swept away by the loving now 5 pound 8 ounce Chihuahua who lies curled up on my lap looking at me adorably as I type this. Sitting here I think to myself I’m a lucky girl to call this prince charming, Peewee, mine.