Barked: Fri Mar 9, '07 5:58pm PST |
 |  |  |  | SPOTLIGHT on…SCHITZO!
As interviewed by Mr. Raja Babu
RB: How did you come to your Furever Home Schitzo?
S: Well Mr. Babu…
RB: Please, Schitzo, call me Raja.
S: (smiling) Okay, Raja! The first year of my life I was with a couple who fought all the time. One time during an argument they weren’t paying attention to me and closed the door-with my tail in the way!
RB: That’s horrible Schitzo! But your tail looks fine, very handsome looking tail…
S: Yes, but if you feel the very end of it…
RB: Oh my goodness! It’s a perfect 90-degree angle at the end!
S: Freaky huh?!…Well they fought so much that they finally broke up, and then they couldn’t decide who got me, so they got rid of me instead of letting the other one “get” me-like I was some sort of divorce settlement prize or something…grrr…
RB: Some humans have absolutely no heart! So did you end up in a shelter? (Shudders as he asks)
S: I did for just a little bit, and then a nice lady from a Shih Tzu Rescue Society in Riverside, California came and got me. She fostered a lot of cute Tzus, and lucky me I was the ONLY BOY! (Grinning and smiling at the memory). I think that is how I got so good at getting around barriers, no matter how they tried to keep me separated from the cuties, I always managed to break out!
RB: Schitzo, a lot of us have been following your recent health problems and a recurring theme is your mom trying to keep you off of the furniture and away from the stairs. Tell me (leaning forward conspiratorially and whispering) how DO you manage to get up those stairs?
S: (whispers into Raja’s ear then leans back with a smug, satisfied expression on his face)
RB: (Eyes wide) OH! (Sitting back and considering the possibilities) Ohhh…well well…no wonder your mom can’t figure it out!
S: Yeppers! And you can’t tell her okay?!
RB: Mum’s the word.
S: Shouldn’t that be Mom?
RB: what?
S: Shouldn’t that be, “Mom’s the word.”?
RB: Umm…sure Schitzo. Ahem, so Schitzo-how did your mom find you?
S: There was a Shih Tzu dog show in Riverside and the foster parents brought all of us adoptable pups to the show. There were probably about a dozen of us. Mom came to the show to see us and the second she saw me she knew I was the one! She didn’t look at anybody else, just me, and asked them to take me out.
RB: Awww…so then what?
S: I marked her.
RB: What?!
S: I peed on her foot.
RB: ….
S: Oh come on, I had to let everyone know she was MY human!
RB: You are lucky she adopted you Schitzo! Did she get mad?
S: Nope. I told you we were perfect for each other. She giggled and picked me up and didn’t let go of me until we got home! Of course that might have had something to do with the Rottweiler Dog Show that some silly human planned at the same time and right next to the Shih Tzu Dog Show!
RB: Rottweiler?
S: Yeah, BIG Rottweilers! They kept whispering the whole time…
RB: What did they whisper?
S: They kept whispering, “Scooby snacks….Scooby snacks….Scooby snacks” I growled at them from Mom’s arms hehe. Good thing she didn’t let me down or I would have kicked their big, stubby-tailed behinds!
RB: (hesitantly) Kicked their…ahhh, um.. Schitzo…don’t the big ones weigh over 100 lbs? And don’t you weigh 6 pounds?
S: (Puffing up his chest) Yeah? So?
RB: Well that is all the time we have for today! All you pupsters out there can keep up with Schitzo and his adventures by reading his diary. Schitzo, (shaking his paw) thank you for being our first Spotlight pooch and sharing a little bit about your life with our readers! This is Raja Babu, signing off until our next Spotlight pupster is found-maybe it will be you! |  |  |  |  |
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