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Weez MANIA!!!
a Chronicle of the Strangest Dog EVER!

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No matter what stage name he goes by: Weez, Weezie, Weasel, The Weez, Mr. Weez, Pootie, Pootie McStinkenstein, Chicky Pootie, Chick, ChaCha, Buzz, Buzzard, Raymond Buzzard, Peanut, Coconut or even if he uses his most distinguished given name, Rembrant Lebeau... he is truly one of kind. A non-dog, an indescribably strange enigma, my most favorite little being and the dog who rules my life: This is the story of my dear pug Weez...

Weez Mania is dedicated to Weez's Grandma Georgene for whom his heart beats.

SAD BEGINNINGS FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DOG EVER:

Weez came to me on a bitter cold, January day in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The temperature was in the teens, and a thick layer of snow and ice covered what would be Weezie's first yard. At only 19, I was a very young dog mother and a college student, but I had a lot of love to give the most beautiful dog EVER!

Weez was a mess at three months old. At the time I got him, I was not aware of the plight of dogs bred in puppymills. Sadly, Weez's problems are indicitive of his being bred in a puppymill.
(Please Click Here to Learn More about the Horror of puppymills).

When the Weez came home he had thick lacerations on his ankles from sleeping on wire grating without proper bedding. He was only 3 pounds and had a bloated belly from a dangerously progressive case of kennel cough. Because of poor breeding which led to Weez's trademark walleyed look, he has vision problems.

From the first day, Weez was not like other dogs. When I placed him, wearing his little green and brown striped sweater, on the snow-cleared sidewalk, he panicked. He had never been outside. He literally screamed.

It took him months to learn to deal with the outdoors. He didn't learn to walk up steps until he was 8 months old... it took him even longer to learn to go down. These small developmental problems were an omen of what was to come.

His first weeks with us were anxious ones. He wouldn't eat and lingered between sickness and confusion. After starting medication for kennel cough, the vet finally recommended that we feed him any food that he would eat. We tried meat in all it's variety's. Weez would not even take a taste.

IN PRAISE OF MEATBALLS:

BUT then, in the midst of a dire situation, Weez's grandma Georgene came to the rescue. I desperately wanted to help him so I took him home to the woman in my life who always has the answer: my Mom, Georgene. That evening, she was cooking meatballs in red sauce for dinner. Those meatballs proved to be the start of Weez's meatball laden existence!

That fateful night, my tiny little peanut ate meatballs with enthusiasm. Meatballs literally saved him from an untimely demise. To this day (despite many, many threats from his Vet) Weez continues to love Italian style meatballs!

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