Ian:
Thank you very much for your kind words, especially as you only knew her for a few short months.
When she was five weeks old I woke up to the words, “Don’t roll over” and I looked to my right and I had two Miniature Schnauzer puppies lying on my right arm. I had first choice and I took the one with the white blaze on her chest. I named her Henrietta after my mother and called her Hank, my mother’s nickname. I lived in a No Pets apartment and she was so quiet that no one knew I had a dog. Her little mate was taken by my room mate, Ziggy, and he gave her to the guy he was dating, who named her Charmaine. We used to go to Rushton Park in Birmingham and there would be Hank and Charmaine as well as their parents, Kristy and Beemer.
I wasn’t working at that time and we spent a lot of time walking around. Hank never walked on a leash and when we got to streets I would pick her up and carry her across. One day I forgot to pick her up and I realized that she wasn’t following me; SHE knew that she wasn’t supposed to walk across the street. But once we got to the park she’d run off and I’d be the big guy screaming “Hank!” for her to come back to me.
In her long life she was only away from home overnight twice. The first time was when she got spayed, and the second was the night she was at the clinic on an IV.
She loved to fetch a ball. She loved to fetch sticks, but those she would just chew into submission. Once we lived where there was a large back yard and she found a basketball and she learned to push that around with her nose and then attack it until she would chew a hole in it.
I loved that sweet little dog, and always will.
Ian:
Thank you very much for your kind words, especially as you only knew her for a few short months.
When she was five weeks old I woke up to the words, “Don’t roll over” and I looked to my right and I had two Miniature Schnauzer puppies lying on my right arm. I had first choice and I took the one with the white blaze on her chest. I named her Henrietta after my mother and called her Hank, my mother’s nickname. I lived in a No Pets apartment and she was so quiet that no one knew I had a dog. Her little mate was taken by my room mate, Ziggy, and he gave her to the guy he was dating, who named her Charmaine. We used to go to Rushton Park in Birmingham and there would be Hank and Charmaine as well as their parents, Kristy and Beemer.
I wasn’t working at that time and we spent a lot of time walking around. Hank never walked on a leash and when we got to streets I would pick her up and carry her across. One day I forgot to pick her up and I realized that she wasn’t following me; SHE knew that she wasn’t supposed to walk across the street. But once we got to the park she’d run off and I’d be the big guy screaming “Hank!” for her to come back to me.
In her long life she was only away from home overnight twice. The first time was when she got spayed, and the second was the night she was at the clinic on an IV.
She loved to fetch a ball. She loved to fetch sticks, but those she would just chew into submission. Once we lived where there was a large back yard and she found a basketball and she learned to push that around with her nose and then attack it until she would chew a hole in it.
I loved that sweet little dog, and always will.