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A Pekepoo Story
Hi! My name is Kayla. I wanted to share my story with you since so
little is known about this breed. My family adopted our Pekepoo, Buttons, when I
was 4 years old. She was not an attractive animal. She had a hernia, her teeth
stuck out from her bottom jaw, her back legs were taller than her front legs
which gave her the look of a race car, the hair on the front of her body was
straight and it was curly on her back half. I thought she was BEAUTIFUL!
She was affectionate and extremely patient with my brother (7 years)
and me. We dressed her up in doll clothes and jewelry. She enjoyed the attention
and wagged her Pekinese tail at an amazing rate of speed. She liked rides on the
bicycle and in the car. She was also partial to spaghetti, caramel, peanut
butter, and ice cream!
Buttons was a friendly little thing, but also protective. She knew
the boundaries of her property, and patrolled them, guarding us from strangers;
although when she cornered them, she didn't know what to do with them! She
traveled up and down the west coast on family vacations. She got along well with
other animals, cats included. We were in awe of her intelligence. We took to
spelling words like B-A-T-H, C-A-R, I-C-E C-R-E-A-M.
The thing that sticks out the most in my mind, is the night she saved
my brother's life. My brother suffered from juvenile diabetes. My mother got up
in the middle of the night each night to check on my brother and me. Buttons
would make the rounds with her. One night, my mother was feeling especially
tired and slept through the alarm. Buttons woke up and made the rounds without
her. My mom was awakened by Buttons jumping up and down on the bed frantically.
She was not allowed on the bed, so it was especially shocking to my mom. Buttons
jumped down from the bed and ran to my brother's bedroom, barking and running
back to my mom. My mother got up and ran to my brother. He lay prone in bed,
sweaty, in shock. An ambulance was called. My mother administered a glucose shot
and put sugar in his mouth to bring him back to life. He was rushed to the
hospital just in the nick of time. Without Button's devotion and quick action,
my brother would likely have slipped into a coma and died that morning. Buttons
saved his life.
Later in life, Buttons developed arthritis in her hips. She became senile, and
disoriented. It was a painful thing to watch, and after many years of joy and
laughter, she died at 15. We will never forget her.
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