When I hear them screaming and yelling every morning at 5 o’clock, I always ask myself how I ended up with three Pekingese. I’m no fan of the toy dog. I used to have a Real Dog, a mutt named Josh, who walked in the woods with me and slept at the end of the bed and stayed in his yard when he was let outside. Now there are these three yipping, bouncing, naughty 16-lb. midgets squirming and snorting around the kitchen (where they are barricaded, lest they destroy the entire house [again]).
We collected them as others cast them off because my husband, Walter, found them irresistible. Are dogs like their owners? Well, Walter is no “toy-size” model, but otherwise the shoe fits. Stubborn, mischievous, playful, UNTRAINABLE, endearing…many common traits but I’ll be quick to say Walter hasn’t ruined any carpets. His affection for them is true and contagious. I have to admit I’m growing to love them as well.
They have been through their share of trials and tribulations (more about that later) and kept their senses of humor and zest for life. They are true clowns. Dark days get a little lighter when three Pekingese start a wrestling match on your feet. Otis, Lily, and Ernie–there could be no Mamapeke without you. Here’s a shout-out!
