Flat Nosed Pups: Peekaboo

Little miss Peekaboo came to us as my Christmas 2006 present from Alan and his family.
She is the fulfillment of my Frenchie dreams. I'd always wanted a pied female, but they're rare, so I didn't expect to have one for many years.

Alan made the mistake of suggesting a third dog while we were visiting Rascal's breeder. We talked ourselves out of it, but only briefly.

Finally, a couple months after bringing Rascal home, Alan told me that if I found a female pied Frenchie, I could have her as my Christmas gift. He didn't actually believe I would find one.

So, how long did it take for me to find Peekaboo? 20 minutes.

Yep, I still had all the breeder contacts I'd made looking for Rascal. A couple phone calls, an e-mail and I found a little pied female that was just getting ready to leave her momma.

The breeder told me all about the little furball who carried her stub tail upright instead of down, as she should. Her two brother dogs wrestle with her and she wrestles back. She knows she's special!

We made plans on a Friday to meet the breeder halfway between our homes the next Monday. Sunday night I was blogging in the office when I heard a terrible noise from the living room - a crying Frenchie. Rascal had failed a jump attempt from one couch to another - a jump he'd made plenty of times before - and fell no more than six inches to the floor.

It was just enough to break his back right tibia. I was devastated. Not only was Rascal hurt, but I was sure that the break would mean we couldn't get him the sister I knew he would love. He and Kritter played, but not as much as Rascal wanted, i.e. all day.

But our vet had good news: the break wasn't messy and he'd heal fine without surgery but even better if he put three pins in the broken bone. We nervously opted for surgery. Our vet is wonderful, but it's always scary to put a dog on anesthesia.

Rascal came through perfectly. After a week, the vet cleared him to be a big brother, providing we take care to limit his activity.

We met the breeder and instantly knew we'd take this little girl home with us. She was agreeable to joining our family and took her place among us quite confidently.

In the short time she's been with us, we've learned a few things about the boo. First, she eats poo. Yes, a poo eater. My mother-in-law find it hilarious that I've now had too dogs with that palette, as Gizmo was quite a poo connoisseur.