Our Peep

Peep - My LIttle Peep




Peep Playing In The Surf



Peep never met Sunny, the leader of our pack, but he adored his Big Bro, Thor, who brought him up into a wonderful Dog Boy.

Little Peep, who never raised a ruckus, who never whined a complaint, whose smiling face, compliance, and a sweetness never associated with any dog, let alone with a pit bull, was so soft and charming, that anyone who’d been lucky enough to meet him knew what utter trusting communication and love was all about, has died.

On August 6, the day of the nuclear bomb, the day so many innocents died, and yet were liberated into Heaven, as was Peep.



Peep Refereeing His Sibling Rescues

Peep, who’d been abandoned in a big city hood, and whose nightmares about who he’d loved went on for over a year, about him being lost from them, about how they were without him there to love him, and it took much longer for us all to at least approach the kind of love he’d given his original people from babyhood on.

The life that so many pits are forced to lead he was innocent of, and when other people, strangers, would shy away from him, as they did rarely, he’d run to me, questioning, hurt about why they would not love him back, the way he offered freely love to them.

I’m not sure how long he’d suffered.

Dogs hide their condition, as do cats, and other non-human animals, from us, and carry on stoically until they can no longer function.

The sheepish, sweet, kind, embarressed smile Peep gave me yesterday, when he was telling me he could not get out, down, from the car seat by himself, mirrored that of his Big Bro, Thor, who preceeded him to Heaven, on his own last day.

I felt the chill of what was coming then, and had braced myself, placing Peep in His Creator’s Loving Arms, and I’m through screaming and crying, I hope, and I’m not happy, but happy about one thing only - that Peep cannot suffer any more.

I feel such a dread, such a guilt, such a questioning - the cruel legacy of death for those who remain - that will never be answered until I, too, join Peep and All of Us in Heaven.


                                                                                                                                Peep Basking In Joy, Post-Surfing

I see Peep’s loving face in front of me, and feel the warm rush of Love I always felt in his presence.

He’s my Baby, Teacup Pit Bull, Red-Nosed, Freckled, like a farm boy, and with the Beautifully Exquisite Turning Perfect Wave that let me know right away that he was meant to be with me forever.

Just this week - on his last beach outing, a cute little boy exclaimed, suddenly, on seeing my Peep - “Oh! He’s so beautiful!”

And I would really not have seen him as beautiful on first viewing, but this little boy saw what it took my inner eyes beiing opened to see - Peep’s gorgeous soul shining through his yellow, slanted, long piggys’ eyes, his wide, grinning face, and his forelegs kicking out in front, prancing, dancing, as he trotted in joy.

Peep will always have innumerable fans among people I will never even know - the legacy of many little jaunting run-aways, crawls under fences, and forays always toward where people were - Peep was a people person, as I always said - and now He’s in Heaven making friends, and keeping Thor and Cloud and Baby Thing, Whitey, the earlier mouse, Aziza, Pandora, and Sunshine happy. He’s meeting my Bro, Teddy, and Sunny - the leader of our pack - and all the Babies who’ve gone before.

And waiting for us all...

I Love You, Peep - and I Wish You’d Take Our Shoes and Love Them Forever...

We’ll bury our shoes with you, Darling.

We, and they - are yours.


                                                                                                Peep Reveling In the Snow

We - Peep and I - used to have a special embrace.

I'd stand over him, lean down, hugging him, lifting his right leg a bit as he'd lean into my legs, for a long, slow, close hug.


Why is - was - he named Peep?

Because in my simplistic, childish world, all people are divided into two groups - Peeps, and Poops.

You know who the latter are, and the former, the Peeps of this world, are the sweet, innocent, adorable beings - and all non-human species are, of course, Peeps, but only the sweet variety of human is included among the Peeps.

A Peep is like a tiny baby chick or little bird who "Peeps", and who innocently looks wide-eyedly at one with an open heart - "Peeps" at you.



While still in shock, I'm writing this rather than crying - sharing Peep's life, his little stories, foibles, experiences, and those charming things that made him unique among all us lifeforms on our fragile planet.


                                Peep Loved to Monitor His Other Doggy Siblings Rather Than Swim in His Pool


How Did We Meet Peep? How did we get that lucky?


After a miserable year, starting with Our Sunny's death in February, and having barely lived through that, and then the sudden demise and death of my precious Brother, whom I tended devotedly and who died in my arms, further crushing me, then, in a hot, vicious summer day while driving in a state of shock through a Southern big city environment, late afternoon, I saw a brown and white dog dart through fast traffic and instantly screamed, "Stop!", to my husband, who then wedged the car across the street as I jumped out, ran into traffic, waving my arms, and screaming for everyone to stop and wait.


The dog, I saw now that he was a pit, was chasing after a man who did not know him - had run, not looking, across the street in the hope that this man was the one he so obviously and desperately sought.

I yelled to the man, asking, "Is this your dog?"

And the man held his arms high and said, "Naw!", then adding, "That's a pit bull, Man!", and ran out of the area, fast.

I felt no fear, and only sympathy for this lost boy seeking someone he so dearly loved and needed.

I knelt toward him, as he continued to watch after the man, leaving, and then hoped, briefly, that another man approaching might be HIS man, then leaned over, holding, guiding him toward the original side of the street, where he promptly went to the driveway of a rental car business, now closed, and sat down, immoveable, waiting for someone who would never return for him.


I offered him water.

He accepted it, after a few moments, distractedly, and continued sitting in the very place where he doubtless had been abandoned - told to wait, to sit, to stay.

Peep, Snooping Around in the Country in better days



He would have waited there forever, I'm very sure.


I offered him a snack from what we had for the trip in the car.

He wouldn't partake.


The sun was setting, now, and his heart was completely broken.

His eyes sunk down in the corners, his heart racing, his thoughts were not for himself, but for how his person might fare in the world without him.

This is the dogs' plight.

They care far more for us, for their people, than for themselves.

This is why it's so difficult for a dog or cat or horse or cow to let go and to die, since they feel they are failing in their lifes' work of protecting and seeing after us.


Peep was miserable and beyond hope, entering despair as twilight came and left.


As the night grew dark, he finally relented, and assented to get into our car with us.

We drove all around the area, just in case Peep might recognize someone or some place.

The windows down, we encouraged him to look out, to sniff the area, and to seek anything or anyone familiar.



Nothing felt right to him.

He'd been brought in from some other area, obviously, and left there, in that car lot, alone.

Cruelty beyond measure!


And so we took him home with us, and I was determined to keep him apart from our other rescued dogs and cats and other pets, since I'd heard only bad things about his breed.

And, for a time, I even thought we'd find a good home for him, as we had with other rescues we thought might not mix well with our pack.


I had not bargained on the sweetness of this loving, kind pit bull boy.

His tenderness with every being he ever met proved too much for my prejudice about what cruel people have forced some of his breed to become.

They are not naturally so inclined.

In fact, in meeting more and more pit bull lovers, I've found that pits were the most popular breed in the early nineteenth century - thus the Dutch Boy's companion, Buster Brown's doggy, the RCA Dog, and of course, the Little Rascals' Ring-eyed pooch.


They so sweet, as a rule, that they charm everyone who's ever been lucky enough to know one to stand by this breed - even seeking protective legislation for them.


Back to Peep's Life Story - I can't believe it's now in the past!


And so Peep, along with Cowboy, the Catalan Sheepdog rescue from a Montana shelter, Ulli, the Newfie rescue from Orange County, California, and, of course, Thor, the rottie-mix rescue from a junkyard in Ventura County, CA, along with several rescued cats, some rescued hamsters, a rescued mouse, and a rescued cockatiel, was soon just one of the family.


We always had a pool and have lived on or very near the beach, so Peep's life, while he still missed his original person - and many nights of nightmares in the early months told the tale of missing him - converged into ours.

The stalwart, loyal little guy learned to have fun!


At first, Peep had no Earthly idea of what a ball was - oh! I just winced in remembering "Peep Toy", meaning Peep's Toy - a large pink rubber ball that was always his very own to play with - and even when I wasn't in the room, he'd roll it - once we'd had our sessions and I'd introduced him to playing ball - and chase it even on his own.


As he was ailing this week, I made sure to place his Peep Toy next to him.


And, he was the famous shoe brigand.

Whenever a shoe was missing, we knew Peep had taken it to cuddle with.

He never harmed them in any way.

He just loved to keep them close to him - obviously to curtail our going away from him, somehow.

But, as he learned - we always, always came back - and always would.


Today, after Peep went to Heaven, his brother, Ra, brought his Big Pop's shoe to me - Peep's favorite bed slipper to take, cuddle with, and nap on - since Ra, with his sensitive look, was asking me - "See? Take his shoe to him and fix him! Make Peep well, please!"




Ending note, although we never end, really...I wanted to mention that our Peep had willingly and knowingly acceeded to the omega position in the pack of dogs, cats, birds, mice, etc., and understood somehow that we had to make sure he was safe wtih everyone first...the sensitivity and communicative skills of Pitbulls is amazing, and of Peep in particular - by his intense lovingness of everyone and his willingness to be a team player, to be whatever was required of him, to be subtle, and to watch and learn how he could best fit in, he became everyone's favorite it seems.

And everyone who ever met him wanted to know if we'd let him live with them - humans, that is!


But he was a preferred member of a huge family of fur, feet, fins, and wings, and he truly belonged.

The one or ones who had abandoned this huge-hearted being was the loser.


We will always adore Peep and still speak of him as if he was with us in the flesh, and not only in spirit.


Peep - My LIttle Peep


Little Peep, who never raised a ruckus, who never whined a complaint, whose smiling face, compliance, and a sweetness never associated with any dog, let alone with a pit bull, was so soft and charming, that anyone who’d been lucky enough to meet him knew what utter trusting communication and love was all about, has died.

On August 6, 2009, the day commemorating the nuclear bomb, the day so many innocents died, and yet were liberated into Heaven, as was Peep.

Peep, who’d been abandoned in a big city hood, and whose nightmares about who he’d loved went on for over a year, about him being lost from them, about how they were without him there to love him, and it took much longer for us all to at least approach the kind of love he’d given his original people from babyhood on.

The life that so many pits are forced to lead he was innocent of, and when other people, strangers, would shy away from him, as they did rarely, he’d run to me, questioning, hurt about why they would not love him back, the way he offered freely love to them.

I’m not sure how long he’d suffered.

Dogs hide their condition, as do cats, and other non-human animals, from us, and carry on stoically until they can no longer function.

The sheepish, sweet, kind, embarressed smile Peep gave me yesterday, when he was telling me he could not get out, down, from the car seat by himself, mirrored that of his Big Bro, Thor, who preceeded him to Heaven, on his own last day.

I felt the chill of what was coming then, and had braced myself, placing Peep in His Creator’s Loving Arms, and I’m through screaming and crying, I hope, and I’m not happy, but happy about one thing only - that Peep cannot suffer any more.

I feel such a dread, such a guilt, such a questioning - the cruel legacy of death for those who remain - that will never be answered until I, too, join Peep and All of Us in Heaven.

I see Peep’s loving face in front of me, and feel the warm rush of Love I always felt in his presence.

He’s my Baby, Teacup Pit Bull, Red-Nosed, Freckled, like a farm boy, and with the Beautifully Exquisite Turning Perfect Wave on his neck (that convinced me to adopt him - knowing that God was letting me know that he was meant for our pack ), that let me know right away that he was meant to be with me forever.



Peep's Perfect Wave is Apparent on His Neck in This Photo

Just this week - on his last beach outing, a cute little boy exclaimed, suddenly, on seeing my Peep - “Oh! He’s so beautiful!”

And I would really not have seen him as beautiful on first viewing, but this little boy saw what it took my inner eyes being opened to see - Peep’s gorgeous soul shining through his yellow, slanted, long piggys’ eyes, his wide, grinning face, and his forelegs kicking out in front, prancing, dancing, as he trotted in joy.

Peep will always have innumerable fans among people I will never even know - the legacy of many little jaunting run-aways, crawls under fences, and forays always toward where people were - Peep was a people person, as I always said - and now He’s in Heaven making friends, and keeping Thor and Cloud and Baby Thing, Whitey, the earlier mouse, Aziza, Pandora, and Sunshine, the three hamsters, happy. He’s meeting my Bro, Teddy, and Sunny - the leader of our pack - and all the Babies who’ve gone before, that he had never met until now.

And waiting for us all...

I Love You, Peep - and I Wish You’d Take Our Shoes and Love Them Forever...

We’ll bury our shoes with you, Darling.

We, and they - are yours.


                                                    Peep Being Cozy With His Little Brother Rescued Cat

This was written about Darling Peep two years before he'd gone to Heaven:


"Peep's so sweet, it's amazing...he adores kids,

babies, tiny pocket pets and all...grins at everyone

and dances, skips actually, rather than running...a

joyous guy!


Why is his name Peep ? cuz to me the world is divded between

Peeps, nice ones, and all the rest...

Peep doesn't mean people or peeping, it means just

like baby chicks say...sweetness and light, like

baby chicks are and speak about.


So, he's just a little Peep in my language - my

whole family used to use terms i'd made up in

toddlerhood , and they still do!"



On Peep, The Shoe Lover - Story by Ocean


How sad.

I just realized I can again keep my shoes on the floor.

First, before remembering that they are now, sadly, safe, I’d automatically sought to pick them up off the floor, lest they disappear - then would be seen, cradled, one of the pair, in the sweet arms of my pit bull rescue, Peep, his darling head resting on it.


Peep was so adored that every one of the few times that he'd take off for a few moments on the beach, he'd make friends - not just any friends, but pals who'd invite him to their stores, to their restaurants, to live with them if something ever came up - he was the life of the party, the endearingly sweet, smiling face that would melt even the hardest pit bull skeptic.


He reminded us all that pit bulls were America's most popular dog breed in the teens and twenties of last century - like the RCA dog, and like the dog on the original LIttle Rascals film series.


He was so sweet that his feelings would be genuinely hurt as he'd look at me with puzzled eyes if someone acted at all skittish on seeing him.


We miss our darling Peep every day, and a lovely photo of Peep, calmly smiling at his Family Pack, sat on a favorite couch.

It always makes us happy to see him. His spirit lives!



                                                                                                              My Sweet Peep


              No photo I've found yet has captured his lovely, uniquely-colored yellow eyes. I'll keep looking through photos though!


Peep used to, on occasion, dig under the fence on his outings or when the others were busy in the pool, and skip out to an adventure. Luckily, we'd notice right away and the little beach town is very slow-paced with not many vehicles, so...we'd invariably find him inside a store or restaurant, sitting merrily next to a bunch of adoring fans - all of whom wanted to keep Peep!

I've never seen such a warm, amiable, winning personality in a dog. Who else would have so many, many people wanting to adopt him?

I wish it would happen to ALL doggies needing homes.


I walk into these pages on occasion just to see my Babies' faces and to remember their lives.

Peep's was a blessed one.






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