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The Princess of Schnauzerville

Ten years ago tonight

Remember New Years Eve 1999? I was still a lonely little foster dog in Atlanta. Momma and Syd were in Nashville, hoping the computers and phones and stuff didn't get all messed up by Y2K.

Momma has already been approved to adopt me, but wouldn't pick me up until the weekend. Momma was so scared that something would happen to keep her from getting me. Thank dogness it didn't, and Momma and I had nine and a half wonderful years together.

Momma's missing me tonight, her first New Years without both me and Bo. She's remembering sneeking away from the party she was at right after midnight, and going home to make sure the computer still worked and the internet was there. She can't believe that 10 years ago she just had one little Schnauzer, didn't know much of anything about rescue except what she'd been through with Syd.

Yes, Momma and I had quite a journey together. She learned the joy of a dainty but tough little girl dog, and about animal welfare issues and rescue and the joys and hassles of owning a house and more. Me? I learned to enjoy the good life and how to keep little brothers in line.

What a decade it was! I hope she knows I'm still right here with her, for the next one and all the ones that follow.

Wow, I'm a diary pick today

Out of all the pups on Dogster, and here I am at The Bridge with nothing much to bark about. Well, let's see...

If you're a Schnauzer like me, and live in the southeast, The Schnauzer Stroll in Marietta, GA is in two short weeks! See www.schnauzerloverescue.org for details. The proceeds go to help the Schnauzer recue that my Mom works with, and save homeless Schnauzers like I once was. They're going to have contests and games and demonstrations and all kinds of fun.

Now, what else should I say while everypup on Dogster is looking? I know: Since none of us are going to live furever, except in our pawrents hearts, please tell your moms and dads to not only take pictures, but get video of the cute things you do, record your voice and get your pawprint, so they'll have it when you're not around anymore. Even Mom's old computer has a program called "sound packager" and with a cheap microphone, she recorded my "humming" and my bark. Now she can listen to it whenever she wants. And our nothing-fancy digital camera takes decent videos. She didn't do the pawprint thing with me and Bo, and wishes she had. She only got a pawprint of Syd cause he stepped in some concrete she had poured, but now she treasures it.

What else? Oh, yeah: I was six years old when I got adopted, and just look at my page to see what a great life I had with Momma and my brothers. If your pawrents are consideringing a brother or sister for you, please bark at them to adopt instead of buy, and consider a dog who's not a puppy. I had 9 years with my family, and Momma says even though I'm gone and she's sad, she wouldn't take 30 years with a different dog for those 9 years with me.

Thank you, Dogster for giving me a change to express myself, and for brining our family together with all these other great pups and their families, and for giving me a chance to have my very own space to decorate in pink.

Love from The Bridge,

Annie

Thank you all

for all the lovely gifts and rosettes. Every one of them has made Momma smile between the tears
I watched as she put away all my things, and wished I could let her know I was ok. I can bound around after butterflies again, and see what's going on at our house, even hear as she sings to my brothers. The grass here is as soft as any Sniffany bed, and doesn't stain my fur.
I had a happy life with her and my brothers, and all of my grrl friends and my Poppa and my Aunties. Please don't be sad, Momma, I'm watching out for you, just like I always did.

Annie