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Originally Posted by Leland Pate
I shouldn't bag on the Schnauzer too much... I love him dearly too... but he is more of a cat in a dogs body.
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Funny/sad story of how I got my dog. My mom
must get us Christmas gifts. My gf and I were going to get pound pup anyway, so we told her: big dog, female, mutt, rough and tumble sort of animal that is more at home running in the woods than anywhere else. I grew up rural and we always had 4 dogs that were with us in fields, ponds, woods, everywhere.
We come home for Christmas. of course my mom can't hide her excitement, she runs up and gets a little carrier. We open it up and what do we find? A little pure bread miniature schnauzer. The exact opposite of what we wanted: fru-fru yappy dog that needs a special haircut. We tried for 3 days to love the dog but it wasn't happening. I would have rather gotten a cat (our cats used to bring home 5 foot black snakes and leave them on the steps).
So looking in the papers, we found a few litters, went and visited the first one and went against every single rule when it comes to buying a dog like a rott mix...too young, house was a mess, no vet care of any kind.... Father was the biggest Rottweiler you've ever seen. Was in back yard. When he saw us in the kitchen window, came running through yard and thought he was going to come through the window. Mom was a more reasonable lab-rott mix herself, sweet dog. We took home a pure black little fluffball. Best dog in the world, she passed away last fall. I miss her terribly and might get another next year.
My mom kept Max, the little schnauzer dog who would run behind the couch and bark whenever you came in the house.