I was born in Angola, New York at Shalimar Kennels on October 5th, 1998. Angola is located on Lake Erie which is probably why I like living on a lake here in Pennsylvania....it reminds me of my first home.
I donít remember too much before I became six months old but I do remember that my birth mom said that my dad was a famous dog who was on his way to becoming a top dog in doggie show business. I look just like my dad and I was supposed to follow in his footsteps except that I was born with a tiny defect that no one would notice, except a judge at a dog show. I look just like my birth dad, but because of this tiny defect I would have to be sold as a pet....not as a show dog. No, Iím not going to tell you what the tiny defect is....thatís my personal secret.
My sisters and brothers left for their new homes and I remained with my birth mom. I was getting worried that no one would pick me and I would have to spend my life in a kennel. I wanted to go to a home of my own with human parents.....like my brothers and sisters had.
Finally, when I was six months old, a red pick-up truck pulled into the driveway at the kennel and two nice looking humans had come to see me. To see ME! My birth mom had told me to be on my best behavior or they might not want me, so I did my best to impress them. They reached down to pet me and I smiled at them and gave them doggie kisses. IT WORKED! They liked me at once, and they took me home with them that very day. They didnít even ask for time to decide or think about it. I think it was love at first sight for them because I know it was for me too.
I was a lucky dog because life at the kennel wasnít that much fun anymore with my brothers and sisters gone. Also, my birth mom didnít want to feed me anymore and when Iíd try to get just a snack, sheíd shoo me away. She said that I wasnít a pup anymore and now had to eat the food that grown up dogs ate. When I left with my new parents, I waved goodby to my birth mom and hoped sheíd be sorry that I was going away. I knew sheíd miss me even though she didnít act like it at the time.
Looking back at my first home.
MY NEW HOME
It took us many hours of driving to get to my new home and as soon as I saw it I knew that I was going to like living here. Wow....what a neat place! My new home was built on the side of a mountain with lots of big trees and a lake across the road.
MY NEW HOME
MY NEW HOME
There were deer everywhere and other wild animals that I could play with. Unfortunately, I found out that wild animals don't usually play with dogs. I wasn't too worried about this because I knew that eventually they would be my friends.
The baby deer in the photo below was in our yard and I didn't bark because I didn't want to scare it away. It was so cute!
Mom asked me to explain about the bear in the photo below. The photo isn't that good, it's kind of blurry but this was the best that mom could do at the time because she was shaking a little when she took the photo. There were two bears, the other was inside of our garage. Mom didn't think it would be a good idea to go into the garage so she took the photo of the bear on the driveway. I barked at the bears but they didn't leave until they were ready.
Little deer in our yard
Big bear on our driveway
My new house has a doggie door that I can use to go outside whenever I want to but I canít get off the sundeck because the sundeck is fenced in with a gate. It didnít take me long to learn how to open the gate, since we Schnauzers are very clever dogs, but after going off alone by myself into the woods a few times, my new dad put a lock on the gate. Since that time, the only time Iím allowed off the deck is when Iím on a leash. But thatís alright too because according to mom and dad, I canít get into trouble that way. But to this day, I still try to go off by myself to explore. Iím still working on how to open the lock on the gate. Itís a boy dog thing!
MY FIRST YEAR AT MY NEW HOME
It did take some getting used to, having a new home that I didnít have to share with other dogs. I was the top dog here, which wasnít the case at the kennel. They were good to me at the kennel but I had to share everything. At my new house, everything was MINE. My new mom and dad gave me all of their attention and bought me lots of toys to play with. I even had my very own bedroom, but till this day Iíve always wanted to be in the same room with my parents and to sleep in the same room. They bought me a doggie bed so that we could all sleep in the same room. Me on my doggie bed and they on their humansí bed. Of course, when they arenít looking, I take naps on their bed. Once again, itís a dog thing!
JUMPING OFF THE BALCONY
The first week in my new home I did one bad thing that really scared my mom. My new house is a chalet and since I wasnít used to living in a humanís home, one day I jumped off the balcony on the second floor and fell to the floor below. I thought I could fly but found out that I couldnít. According to my mom, I could have hurt myself very badly but I was lucky. I made sure to never do that again because it really knocked the wind out of me. Iíve got to admit...it did scare me a little. Now I use the stairs. Since schnauzers are very intelligent, we learn from our mistakes. Weíre brave and adventuresome but we do learn a lesson and donít forget it.
On the Balcony
MY JOB AS GUARD DOG:
I was to learn that although I loved when people came to our house, that I was supposed to alert mom and dad when these people came. I was supposed to bark a few times, then keep quiet. This training really came in handy because one night someone came up our driveway intending to steal gasoline out of dadís truck.
I charged out through my doggie door and barked up a storm because the fellow didnít come to the door like other visitors do. No, instead he was creeping around dadís truck. I called mom and dad but at the time they thought I was just barking at a wild critter.....which I sometimes do in the middle of the night. But this was different, which they learned the next morning when they found that the night visitor had drilled a hole into dadís truckís gas tank but because I was barking so much, he ran off and left a bucket underneath the truck that was supposed to catch the gasoline. Dad and mom were so proud of me for chasing off the thief. And since this happened, my humans always, always come to check when I bark in the night. Mom said I was her hero. I was just doing my job, mom.
GUARDING THE CHAISE
GUARDING THE SUNDECK
We have a neat boat. Itís called a Pontoon boat which has a convertible top to give us shade when itís very sunny. We go for rides in the boat and we go fishing on the lake. Fishing is fun although Iím not fond of eating fish. I like to watch mom and dad catch the fish and when they catch one, I jump around and bark. This makes them happy so they try hard to keep reeling in fish.....because they think it makes me happy. Humans!!! I donít think they understand that I just like being with them and itís this that makes me the happiest.
Mom also takes me to the islands on the lake and I get to run free which is a great treat for me. I get to swim with the ducks and chase the squirrels and chipmunks that live on the islands. As I wrote earlier, Iím a very friendly dog, I like all animals and I donít hurt them. Sometimes I chase them but that's just for fun because I LOVE to run.
One day dad brought home a live lobster. I thought it was a live toy for me but when dad put it on the kitchen counter and I jumped up and grabbed it and ran off with it, he and mom tried to catch me and take my new toy away. There was no way that they were going to catch me because Iím a very fast runner. Most of our house is open because of the way itís built and unless I would run into one of the bedrooms or the bathrooms, they couldnít corner and trap me. Iím so fast and I do NOT come when called when Iím being chased. After a few runs around the house with mom and dad chasing me, mom thought of a way to catch me. She went to the garage, turned on the car, then yelled, "STONEY, RIDE."
Whenever I hear mom say that, I race to the car as fast as I can and I jump in. This time it was a mistake because it was a trap. Dad closed the car door behind me and I was trapped. Then he held me while mom pried open my mouth and took back the lobster. What makes me feel a little better about the incident is that it took TWO of them to take the lobster away from me. I'm tough....schnauzer jaws of steel! Also, if mom hadn't tricked me with going for a car ride, they NEVER would have caught me.
I thought they would be mad at me for stealing the lobster but I guess not because they were laughing so hard all the while this was happening. Then mom cooked the live lobster and when it stopped moving, and turned a bright red color, she gave it back to me. Yuk, no fun, this lobster wasnít moving and I like toys that move around and make noises. Mom took a photo of me with the cooked lobster but youíll notice that I wasnít smiling on the photo below because I no longer wanted to play with the lobster.
Why isn't it moving?
WINTER AT HOME
Winter is alright for me at our regular home but since mom and dad are now senior citizens, they like to spend our winters where the weather is milder. To tell the truth, I like playing in the snow and sleeping next to the fireplace. It doesnít matter to me where we live, as long as Iím with my mom and dad. Iím happy wherever we live. That's another dog thing!
WINTER IN PENNSYLVANIA
CHECKING OUT THE SNOW
WINTERS IN MYRTLE BEACH
Our winter vacations in Myrtle Beach are so much fun for me and my mom and dad. I get to go for long walks on the beach, chase seagulls, and to ride in our golf cart.
WATCHING THE SEAGULL
OUR GOLF CART
Myrtle Beach is neat! We stay at a really nice ocean front condo where I can sit on the sundeck and sunbathe and watch the activity on the beach. Since I'm such a well behaved Schnauzer, I have references which allow me to stay at the nicest resorts. I only bark when it's really necessary, like when someone knocks on our condo door. I'm told that noisy dogs aren't allowed at our resort, so I make sure I'm on my best behavior. It pays off because mom and dad have never had to leave me home or put me into a kennel when they go on trips. When you're a well behaved dog, you get to go along on trips. Take note of this my fellow furry friends.
THE MEAN DOG STORY
Iíve decided that I donít have to write much about the time that the bad Black Labrador Retriever tried to kill me because mom wrote an article about this in the SSCA Newsletter a few months ago. (You can find this article on another of my web pages.) But, I will tell you that although my mom was frightened to death, I was prepared to fight to the death to protect both of us. I didnít get a chance because mom jumped right in, and as always did her best to keep me from getting hurt. Poor mom, because she got hurt worse than I did. But the owners of this mean dog did get punished by our lawyer and the legal system. Hopefully they learned their lesson and are keeping their dogs on leashes now.
The Killer Lab! Grrrrrrrrrr!
THE GOOD LAB
The photo below is of me and a good Labrador Retriever. I met the Yellow Lab at Myrtle Beach and we became good friends. There's also a photo of me and Casey Schnauzer, the love of my life. Casey and her mom and dad visited us at Myrtle Beach. If you're reading this Casey, although I like almost every dog I meet, you're still #1.
I think, as does my mom, that all dogs are good, itís their owners who let them become bad dogs. I like all the dogs Iíve ever met, and Iíd gladly be friends with all of them but sometimes they donít want to be friends. Hey, thatís alright too, just as long as they donít try to hurt me or my mom and dad. No one is allowed to hurt my mom and dad, not as long as Iím here to protect them.
THE GOOD LAB
MY GIRL FRIEND CASEY
THE FRIENDLY SKUNK
O.K. I know that dogs are supposed to stay far away from skunks because they sometimes spray you with very bad smelling stuff. But Iíve learned from my doggie experience that they only do this to protect themselves when they think theyíre in danger.
Mom and I were on one of our long walks one day when we came upon a skunk. Mom wasnít paying attention and when she did notice, I had walked right up to the skunk. Of course I was on my very long flexi-leash but I had walked up to this skunk who was as surprised as I was. I looked at the skunk, I wagged my tail, then I went forward to greet him. Mom saw us and thought for sure we were going to get sprayed but I think this very strange looking animal knew that I was friendly. Mom didnít move because she didnít want to scare the skunk but I reached forward and gave the skunk a doggie kiss. Mom told me later that she was expecting the worst but, no, the skunk just looked at me, then turned around and walked slowly away.
Hey, didnít I tell you that the wild animals like me? Mom still canít believe what happened that day but she did say that I should never, never walk up that close to a skunk again. She said that we were just very lucky. I donít think we were lucky, I think the skunk knew that I just wanted to be friends. This is probably a Skunk thing.
THE DEER AND OTHER WILD CRITTERS.
At our mountain home we get to see so many wild animals. Deer, bear, raccoons, chipmunks, squirrels, and wild turkeys. Some of these come onto our sundeck to visit and search for food. Mom and dad feed them but one time a raccoon wanted to fight with me when I tried to chase him away.
This raccoon was not friendly. And he was as big as me and had very long nails on his paws which he kept waving at me. Scary! Also, once a large black bear climbed up a tree and jumped onto our sundeck to eat the bird food and he too wanted to fight with me. But I scared him with my barking and he jumped off the deck and ran away. Since our sundeck is one story off the ground, mom said she heard a big "whomp" when the bear hit the ground.
Life is very exciting here but I've got to keep on my paws to guard my humans from the wild critters. It's a very important job but I can do it.
CHECKING OUT THE FEEDER
Our Raccoon visitor
MY FIRST CONVERTIBLE
Itís a rule (my rule) that whenever the car goes for a ride, I get to go along. Riding in a convertible is one of my favorite things. Below are pictures of my first convertible. Mom had this car before I came to live with her and dad.
MY FIRST CAR
OUR POCONO COMMUNITY
MY NEW CONVERTIBLE
No, I canít drive but this car is MINE. Check out the vanity license plate....thatís my name you see. Mom bought this new convertible two years ago because the old one was starting to wear out because we rode around in it so much. Mom said that this would be my very own car so she put my name on the license plate. Since I can't drive I let mom drive it for me.
YES, IT'S MY CAR
Convertibles are so much fun that you canít help putting a lot of miles on them. By the way, Iím pretty safe when in my convertible because I wear a doggie harness and itís connected to a seat belt. I never ride in the front seat because mom says the air bags could hurt me if we were in an accident. So, even though Iíd like to sit in the front seat next to mom, the back seat belongs to me! And I always wear my seat belt, not because I might jump out of the car to chase animals, which I did do once or twice when I was younger, no, itís so that I wonít get hurt in case weíd have an accident.
STRAPPED IN AND READY TO GO
SELLING ON EBAY
Mom and I started selling things on eBay when I was one year old. We sold lots and lots of neat stuff. We didnít have a personal computer yet so mom had to use her WebTV unit. I learned how to use the keyboard so that I could help mom.
LEARNING THE KEYBOARD
When mom bought her laptop computer, I found that my paws were too large for the keys. So now Iím momís assistant. Iím the brains behind the outfit, but mom does the typing. I do a lot of the paw work and the packaging. I also help mom take the packages to the post office.
OUR SHOPPING TRIPS
Iím always invited along when mom goes shopping. I LOVE TO SHOP. Of course the only time Iím allowed to get out of the car during these trips is when we go to flea markets and yard sales. Dogs are welcome there, thank goodness, but it seems that we dogs are so discriminated against so many other times. Iíve devoted another chapter to this subject but now I just want to say how happy I am that Iím allowed at these outside shopping places. I donít really care about the stuff that mom buys. No, I like meeting other people and their dogs. Iím a very sociable dog. I love other dogs and I especially like taking in their wonderful scents.
Dogs SMELL SO GOOD! The only thing that smells better than other dogs is FOOD. But since I can only enjoy eating food twice a day, smelling other dogs is a big treat too. Itís a shame that people canít smell as well as we do because they donít know what theyíre missing. Youíve never heard of a human Bloodhound, have you? I didnít think so! In the area of smelling things....we dogs are king.
CRUISING THE FLEA MARKETS
THE OLD FOLKS HOME
I know that homes like this have lots of different names but I think of them as homes for the older people that no longer can live with their families. These people arenít allowed to have their own pets and they get very lonely at times so dogs like me are allowed to visit them to cheer them up. Since I really like people....young and old, this is the ideal job for me. In fact, this is one of my favorite jobs. I donít do a lot of doggie tricks to make them laugh but I let them pet me and they tell me their troubles and I give them doggie kisses, which really seems to cheer them up.
On one visit I noticed that a very quiet older man in a wheelchair wouldnít pet me. In fact the last few times I visited him, he wouldnít pet me. He wouldnít talk to me and it seemed like he didnít want to talk to anyone else either. Mom said that I shouldnít bother him because maybe he didnít like dogs. But that didnít stop me, hey, I was there to cheer people up and he wasnít cooperating. So instead of just laying my head on his knees, like I usually do to get the people to pet me, I reached up as far as I could and gave him a few doggie kisses. Mom said I shouldnít have done that but then the man looked at me....finally.....and said, "My goodness but youíre a persistent dog," and he smiled at me and petted my head.
Later I overheard the nurse talking to my mom and she said that this man hadnít talked or smiled since he came to the home six months earlier. He had no visitors and he was very sad and lonely. But ever since that day, when I come to visit him and the other elderly people, he smiles and talks to me while he pets me. Mom said that I brighten up his day which makes me happy. I like to visit this place but Iím kind of happy when we leave to go home because it seems like there are a lot of sad and lonely people living there. My granny says that sheís so happy that she lives with me and my mom and dad because she would be lonely there too. My granny is lucky because Iím there to cheer her up every day.....not just once a week.
Granny came to live with us four years ago. Granny was NOT a dog person but since Granny knew that mom and dad loved me a lot, she did her best to get along with me. Nowadays Granny is a dog person. She calls me her hero because when Granny has a problem, falls in her room, or needs help, I call mom or dad to let them know that Granny is in trouble. I check Grannyís room a lot to make sure sheís alright. And I donít do this just because she gives me doggie treats. No, I feel that this is one of my jobs. Not only am I a first class Guard Dog but Iím also a Rescue Dog. But I have to admit, I do love the treats that I get in Granny's room!
GRANNY AND ME
GRANNY WENT TO HEAVEN
We lost my Granny last summer. I miss Granny every day and keep hoping she'll come back home again. Mom said that Granny went to heaven and we won't be able to see her until we travel to heaven ourselves someday. Until that time, I'll keep checking her bedroom to make sure that she doesn't change her mind and visits us.
Granny was so good to me and loved me a lot. I loved her so much too. In the beginning Granny didn't like dogs that much, she just tolerated me. But I got Granny to love me because we dogs are so good at doing this. The last few years, Granny wanted me with her, in her room, whenever I wasn't outdoors or walking with mom. I even had a doggie bed in her bedroom so that I could take naps when Granny did.
Granny kept a basket of doggie treats in her night stand so that whenever I got hungry, she'd sneak me a treat to hold me over until it was meal time. Then at meal time Granny would sneak me food from her dish that she didn't like that much, or couldn't chew. I was always there, waiting, to help her out.
Granny was very sick the last weeks before she went to heaven but I was allowed to visit her in the hospital because Granny kept asking to see me. I think that my being there in her room, along with my mom, made Granny feel less lonely and less sick.
Mom said that it's alright if we're sad about losing Granny but we should be happy to have so many happy memories of the years she was with us. I guess this is alright, but we dogs never, never forget the humans we love, so I'm going to keep being sad for a long time.
I miss you Granny!!
Granny Helen 7/19/1920 - 7/21/2008
THE BAD STEEL TRAP
This is one of the bad things that happened to me two years ago.
Mom takes me for long nature walks in the woods. We go to state parks, natural areas, and just about anywhere to take long walks. One of our favorite places is the Ledgedale Natural Area which is only one mile from our home. But on one of these walks, during hunting season, a hunter had placed steel traps along the trails, to trap wild animals. Iím always leashed but one of these traps was very close to the path and I stepped onto it.
This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me in my life so far. The pain was terrible and I cried out for mom to help me. Mom was terribly upset and she told dad later that she was so scared that she almost fainted. Mom reached down and tried to remove the steel trap from my paw but couldnít. She removed the base of the trap that was in the ground next to the tree but she couldnít remove the trap from my paw.
I was crying and mom was crying too. We were about a mile up the trail when this had happened and mom didnít know what else to do but to carry me....with the steel trap still on my paw, back to our car. I weigh 47 pounds and kind of heavy for mom to carry, so it was a big job for her to carry me that far, but my mom loves me SO much that although it was difficult, she did it. Every time the chain moved, it hurt me so bad that I cried and mom cried with me and told me that she loved me and that it would be alright soon.
We got back to the parking lot and to our car, and luckily a man in a car that was driving by the parking lot saw mom carrying me and stopped to help us. The man knew how to remove the steel trap which he did. I gave him lots of doggie kisses and he said I was a good, brave dog. Mom then took me home, then to my vet who said that although my paw was badly bruised, nothing was broken.
Although my paw was alright, I was still a little scared and my paw hurt, but the worst was over. Then the next morning my mom phoned the Wildlife Commission to tell them what had happened. Mom couldn't believe this.....the Park Ranger told my mom that she could be arrested for removing the steel trap from the natural area since it was hunting season and trappersí steel traps were considered their property and anyone removing them could be fined.
My mom and dad were so angry about my being hurt, then to find out that the Game Commission might fine us for taking the trap, was enough to make anyone angry. Mom had NO choice but to take the trap along when she couldnít remove it from my paw. Also, we had been walking on a path in an area where there weren't any warnings of traps. Anyone, even people with small children, could have stepped into one of these traps. If the Game Commission allows hunters to place traps so close to the trails that people walk on....then they shouldnít allow people to walk there. Itís very dangerous and wrong. Mom said that my paw might have been broken.
Anyway, the Game Warden came to our house and said he was sorry that I got hurt but that hunters also had their rights. Mom was very angry but since she didnít want to get a fine for taking the trap, she gave it to the Game Warden without too much fuss. Needless to say, we never, never walk in that place anymore. Weíve warned other people that we know who take their dogs there....to keep away also. So if you walk in areas like this, even if there aren't any hunters, there may be steel traps. I think dogs and their owners have their rights too.....the right not to get hurt from steel traps. Mom took photos of the bad trap and the place where this happened. So, Walkers BEWARE!
The Bad Steel Trap
The Bad Steel Trap Place
HOORAY......Me and mom can walk in the Ledgedale Natural Area again which is only one mile from our home. Hunters are no longer allowed to hunt here. We hadn't gone for walks here for the past two years because of the bad trap incident.
After we saw the "No Hunting" signs recently, mom phoned the Pennsylvania Game Commission and found out that lots of people were complaining about hunters being able to hunt and lay traps in this area that is also open to hikers and dog walkers, like mom and me. In addition, there are homes being built near this natural area which makes it dangerous for them when hunters shoot their rifles. Anyway, this area is now off limits to hunters and trappers.
Sorry Hunters, we have our walking place back!
My meals are made from only human grade food. I donít eat commercial pet food. Not because Iím picky, but because mom feels that this food works better for me. Which is good because of the bad commerical pet food that was recalled last year because it was making pets very sick. I might have been one of those sick pets, so thanks mom!
My mom feeds me only food that she and my dad would eat themselves. This works great for me because we did try the pet food thing a few times over the years and to tell you the truth....I DONíT LIKE IT.
Mom said that she had other Schnauzers before she adopted me, and two of them that ate only commercial dog food had a lot of health problems, which my mom thinks "might" have been caused by commercial pet food. Mom said that when her last Schnauzer died from cancer, she did a lot of online research on commercial pet foods and she found a lot of bad things that are added to many pet foods that can cause allergies, cancer and other health problems in pets.
I look forward to meal time each day. I eat baked chicken or lean hamburger and brown rice as my main food but I also eat veggies, depending on what veggies mom and dad are eating that day. It works great for me! Iím 11 years old and Iím a very healthy dog. My Vet told me, and mom and dad this. Itís true, because I donít remember ever being sick over the years. Besides keeping me healthy, my diet keeps me looking very handsome. My furry body is slim and my fur is sleek and soft. Hey, Iím a very handsome fellow and if you didnít know my age, youíd think I was just a youngster.
Mom says that there ARE some healthy commercial "all natural ingredients" pet foods available for pets these days, so when dogs eat commercial pet food it doesnít mean that it will hurt them, but itís something to be very, very careful about.
Still, my mom says that if pet food isnít considered good enough for humans to eat, then itís not good enough for her furry kid to eat. I like the way my mom thinks and I always agree with my mom. Thanks mom.....I know the food I eat takes longer to prepare than if you fed me packaged pet food, and that it can get expensive, but Iím worth it.
If you'd like to see mom's recipes for the meals I eat, you can click onto the link "My Food Menu" at the top of this page.
EATING MY VEGGIES...BROCCOLI
Yes, there certainly is DOG discrimination in America. I canít understand why, since most dogs I know are very good and well behaved. For instance, If mom would want to take me on an airplane or train with her, Iím not allowed to sit with her, no, Iíd have to travel in a doggie crate, in the cargo area, where it can be very scary for a dog. If I were a little dog, I might be allowed to sit under mom's seat in a doggie crate, but large dogs are treated as cargo.
Mom said that her last Standard Schnauzer had a terrible experience when he was shipped from a California kennel to Pennsylvania, in the middle of the winter....and during a snow storm. This poor young Schnauzer was held over in the Philadelphia Airport for six hours because planes were grounded because of the weather. Then, while mom and dad were waiting for this puppy, at the Scranton Airport near our home, the poor puppy was transported by bus from the Philadelphia Airport, which took four hours. This doesnít sound too terrible but the sad fact is that this puppy traveled UNDER the bus, in the cargo area. This is terrible since it was snowing and this puppy had already spent many hours held over in Philadelphia, without food, water, or going to the bathroom.
This Standard Schnauzer pup came from California and didn't even know what cold weather was before this. It was freezing outside....under the bus. My mom said that she and my dad were very, very angry at the bus driver and also angry at the kennel in California that shipped the Schnauzer pup when such bad weather was forecasted. The bus driver told my mom and dad that he was doing them a favor by transporting the pup in the cargo area under the bus since pets are not allowed to ride in buses. Mom said that the Schnauzer pup could have died from exposure and fright.
Needless to say, this poor schnauzer pup had a very bad start in life with his new parents, now my mom and dad. Mom said the pup was so scared that it took many days before he started to act like a puppy again. He was nervous and afraid that what had happened on his trip from California to Pennsylvania might happen again. He would never, never go into his doggie crate after that trip. He would cry if mom or dad tried to put him into it. So mom and dad threw the doggie crate away and said theyíd never let this happen to one of their dogs again. This is why mom and dad drove 300 miles to pick me and bring me home from New York when I was young. How that Schnauzer pup was treated while traveling, was not only discrimination, but it was cruel and inhumane.
In addition to the above incident, my mom and I have had a lot of other experiences where Iím not considered "good enough" to accompany mom to places she goes. Up until a few short years ago pets werenít allowed to camp with their parents in the state parks in Pennsylvania. (Nowadays, there are a few state parks in our state that allow people to camp with their pets.) So before, when people who live in our state wanted to go on a camping trip in our state, their pets had to be put into kennels, or left with a friend, until they returned. I can imagine how bad that would be for a dog....to be left behind because of pet discrimination. Hey, we like vacations too. Especially in state parks where we can enjoy nature with our parents.
Needless to add is that dogs arenít allowed in restaurants, most department stores, banks, and most other places of business. There are a lot more places where dogs are discriminated against and I think it's very unfair. If we're good dogs and behave, we should be allowed to be there.
My mom always carries doggie poop bags when we go for walks and I'm always on a leash and on my best behavior, but there are still too many times when I'm treated like I'm not wanted by other people. I call this DISCRIMINATION and I'm hoping that someday things will get better for the pets in this country. Mom says, "Not in my lifetime."
But of all the discrimination Iíve already known in my lifetime, the worst of all is what happened to the pets in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina. Mom and I cried when we saw and heard what happened to so many pets of the people who had to leave their homes, but also had to leave their beloved pets behind. Whenever I even think about this, I cry for those pets that died and for those that never got reunited with their parents. Mom said sheíd never leave me behind, but these people had no choice. Mom said that this discrimination against pets is being corrected and what happened in New Orleans will never happen again. I hope this is true because itís so sad.
Last of all, I am so very sad for the Pit Bull dogs that are made to fight with and kill each other for the amusement and profit of humans. This breed of dogs is the most unfortunate of all. Even the good Pit Bull dogs are often feared and hated by humans. Iíve known a few Pit Bulls in my lifetime, and they werenít all mean, but people are afraid of them because of their reputation. This reputation happened because of the people who train them to fight with other dogs and each other. Of all the dogs in this world, these Pit Bulls are the most discriminated against. And I donít think itís their fault....itís bad humans who are at fault.
This Pit Bull looks sad
MY LIFE SO FAR
I havenít done anything really great in my life. I havenít won any ribbons in dog shows and although I would have loved to be in Agility trials, my mom is a senior citizen and didnít think she would be a good enough partner for me. Mom said that dogs and their owners need to work together in this doggie sport. I think Iím the fastest and the smartest Schnauzer I know, and I know Iíd have been a winner in Agility contests, but it wasnít meant to be. But mom says that Iím the perfect GOODWILL AMBASSADOR for the Standard Schnauzer Breed. But then, my mom thinks Iím as good as it gets for a dog....period. Thanks mom!
My life is so good and Iím such a lucky dog. I wish that all the dogs in the world had a life as good and as happy as mine. But I know that there are a lot of dogs that have sad lives. I worry about them as does my mom. She cares about all the homeless pets in this world but there isnít too much that we can do about this. It's so important to spay and neuter us dogs so that the puppies we can create don't end up homeless....and often die because of this. It's very sad!
All dogs should be loved and protected, like me and my personal furry friends are. Our lives are so short but we do so much to make the lives of our human companions better. We love....unconditionally, and we forgive instantly. Weíre always there for our human companions, we greet them when they come home from a hard day at work. We cheer them up when theyíre sad. We love them all the days of our lives. When it's our time to leave them behind, we patiently wait for our beloved humans at Rainbow Bridge. Some people say that love canít be bought.....but it can, when someone buys or adopts one of us.
One last word, just think about it, spelling DOG backwards spells GOD. God is love and so are his furry kids.
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