Birthday: November 24th 1995 Likes: Car rides, trips to Nashville Pet Products, walks, toys, snuggling, belly rubs, chasing small critters Pet-Peeves: being told to "Hush", having my nails clipped Favorite Toy: Grunting hedgehog, AKC brand Mallard duck, Red Fox (his brother's favorite) Favorite Food: Nutro Natural Senior Favorite Walk: Centenniel Park, anywhere Mom goes Best Tricks: Dancing, Catching a treat in mid air, Singing "Who Let The Dogs Out" - I've won "Best Singer" at Nashville Humane's Dog Day 2 year in a row Arrival Story: I adopted Bo from Sumner County Humane Society, where he was dumped because "The kids won't walk him, so he poops in the house" (Duh!). He was a wooly mess, so I took him to Petsmart to get cleaned up. When I returned to get him, I saw a groomer working on a beautiful Schnauzer through the window. I thought "Wow, that's a beautiful dog. I wonder what mine looks like." I walked in and asked for Bo, and they handed *me* the beautiful Schnauzer. Bio: Bo is a big (16 3/4 inches at the shoulder) clown. He loves to show off and act goofy to make me laugh. Forums Motto: I'l make you laugh, whatever it takes The Groups I'm In: 10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS, ♫ THE KIT KAT CLUB ♫ ®, Greatest American Dog Fan Club!, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies, Schnauzers Rule The Last Forum I Posted In: That silly old saying isn\'t true
One of my buds from Schnauzers Rule's Mom has a blog. She's featuring my picture today:
http://baddoghairday.blogspot.com/
It was a hot summer day, and Momma gave us all a bath. I decided to try to dry my face in the dust. Bad idea - I ended up getting a second bath in one day. Momma was thoroughly miffed at the time, as was I at getting a second bath.
I've been here at The Bridge 13 months today, and Momma misses me terribly. Momma saw the picture and laughed as she cried - It's good to see I can still make her laugh, too.
It was one year ago yesterday that I had to leave Momma. I don't think she realized the date, but I know I was on her mind without her knowing why. She still feels so bad about how sick I got, and how long she fought to try to help me get better for a little while longer. She feels guilty that I never had a home with kids because I loved them so, but I had that, and they neglected me and dumped me, she regrets that I was never somebody''s favorite, but who but somone who's known 200 Schnauzers would have realized how unique and cool I was?
It's ok, Mom. Syd and Annie and I watch over you and Rocke and Raoudi.
When Princess plays with the toys only I liked, when she sings with the sirens like I did, when you look at her and think her hair is the same pale silver as mine that you loved - it's me telling you I''m with you.
I loved you, and I wanted to get better. I loved nothing better than to make you laugh. You know I delighted in every ear rub, was so proud to do my tricks for you, celebrated every toy I ever got. Nothing made me happier than for you to call me a good boy, or to hear you say my sI know you helter fee was the best $29 you ever spent. I loved our life together, and know you loved me. If love were enough to make me well, I'd have lived forever.
I would have been 14 this month. We never knew just what day, so we always celebrated on Thanksgiving. Momma would always find time to make banana biscotti no matter how busy she was cooking other things. We'd watch the parade while Momma cooked or cleaned, then she'd hurry home from where ever she was to watch the dog show with us.
This year there is no biscotti, no cooking going on at all - Mom and Poppa are going out. The TV isn't working, and it's kinda just another day.
I had to let Momma know it was ok - that I'm still here, and love goes on. I whispered in our new foster sister's ear, and got her to get out my favorite toys - the grunting hedgehog nobody plays with, Rocke's fox that nobody's challenged him for in all these months, the chipmonks from the hide-a-squirrel, but Momma didn't get it.
So, Princess and Rocke and Raoudi went out, and I knew just what to do. When a siren sounded out on the main road, I told her to sing with it, and she did, just like I always did. My two little brothers joined in, though they bark rather than howl. It was just like old times - howling and barking fit to wake the dead. Momma ran to see what was the matter, then laughed.
She asked Princess if she'd like some banana biscotti, and said she'd see if she cold find an open store after she and Poppa go eat.
Thanks, Princess!
