This is Peeka! She’s a six (or so) year old Pekignese. And, no, she’s not winking at you. She only has one eye.
A few weeks ago, The General and I were at the St. Anthony Park Dog Park letting Kentucky and Riley chase each other around a gigantic fenced area. Kentucky was happily chasing other dogs’ tennis balls and Riley was doing what he’s best at – peeing on other dogs and sometimes their owners’ legs. The General started up a conversation with a couple and, as it turns out, they run a rescue organization in Minneapolis. We’d been mulling over the idea of fostering a dog or a cat. The General works from home and our dogs are pretty mellow when it comes to meeting new dogs. Plus, there’s just something about helping a dog out that’s had a crappy go of things that kinda makes me feel good.
We filled out the application and were approved right away. It probably helps that our dogs weren’t douches at the dog park. The rescue folks let us know they’d be dropping off our first foster dog Saturday afternoon. They told us her name, what kind of dog she was, and that her owner was surrendering her, because they couldn’t afford her anymore.
Around 12:30pm, the rescue people got here. Matt, one of the founders of the rescue organization, was carrying Peeka, but what I saw when looking out our bedroom window was a guy carrying a small bear. And as I got closer, I realized it was a small one-eyed bear. Named Peeka. Short for Peeka-boo.
There’s a lot going on with Peeka that needs to be taken care of before she finds her forever home. She weighs 19.6 pounds (according to the Wii Fit) and she’s supposed to be around 14. There’s a bump the size of a golf ball on her stomach that looks like it’s already been looked into, since we can see a needle mark going into it. Her mouth smells like horse poop and moldy chicken. The poor dog’s teeth are pointing in every direction and she can’t even keep her tongue in her mouth most of the time. When we take her outside, she pees about every 5 minutes the entire time she’s out there. The socket of her missing eye still moves around like she’s trying to open in it and like maybe there’s still an eyeball shoved in there somewhere. And, finally, her butt bothers her so bad that we’ve caught her on multiple occasions scooting herself across our bedroom floor by the butt. She has a vet appointment on Thursday, so keep your fingers crossed that it’s all things they can take care of. I’d hate for something like that to prevent her from having an awesome home from here on out.
The story we heard on why she was placed in rescue goes like this… She was a puppy mill dog, which is where it’s believed that she lost her right eye. She was rescued and placed with a family. Peeka’s family had two other dogs and a couple of cats. Recently, one of the dogs died from cancer. Then, Peeka’s family called the rescue organization and said they couldn’t afford to keep her anymore. Kind of suspicious. But whatever.
She’s a really sweet dog. I’m having a hard time getting used to the fact that it takes her three times as long to get from one end of the house to the other. She has to be carried up our stairs, because they’re either too steep or she’s too fat – I haven’t decided yet.
But, if you’re looking for a dog, how can you say no to this face: