Tale of the elusive Mini Schnauzer

9:15 am, dogs barking like crazy. Curious as I am, go look through the window. SURPRISE! A fugitive Mini Schnauzer, giving his feet some crazy workout.

9:20 am, tried to catch him with my charming skills... (NOTE TO SELF: Charming useless)

9:25 am, tried to bribe dog with some food, squatting to attract him, imagining myself not being able to move tomorrow. Endeavour ineffective. Knees creaking, I suppress a scream of pain.

9:35 am, improvised a toy with a lemon, throwing it like a toy ball, making kissing sounds saying "good booOOooyyyy" while running back and forth, trying to get him involved in fun game...Neighbors perceive me as a crazy lady, efforts towards catching dog: futile.

9:50 am, I pray in silence. Oh! an idea! or is it a voice?: "if you bring him, he will come", so I come home, get Luigi. Fugitive mini comes IMMEDIATELY. Follows us into back yard.

9:55 am, it takes a couple of tries, but I got him! NAME: GODFREY. tags have phone number. YAAAAYYY!

10:00 am: Bring dog home so I can call owner. MAYHEM! Schnauzer legs up and down furniture, leashes tangled, eyes can't tell who's who, throw blankets flying around! remotes dropped! bark! yelp! more barks! growls! My leader of the pack voices says firmly: STOP! It works (HA!)

10:05 am, call owner. ASKS for me to drop the Godfrey! (Whaaaatt????)

10:15 am, I deliver Godfrey to his owners.

10:25 am, back home. 

Workout, CHECK!!!!

Anécdotas del MiniSchnauzer escurridizo

‎9:15 am, mis perros ladrando como locos. Yo, curiosa, investigo asomandome por la ventana. SORPRESA! Un mini schnauzer fugitivo caminando por doquier como loco.

9:20 am, trato de atraparlo con mis encantos… (NOTA MENTAL: mis encantos no sirven)

9:25 am, trato sobornar al fugitive con trozos de comida, en cuclillas para que se acerque sin asustarse, imagino que mañana no me voy a poder ni mover. Esfuerzos infructuosos. Las rodillas rechinan, sofoco un grito de dolor.

9:35 am, encuentro un limón bajo el árbol de un vecino; improviso un juguete, usándolo como una pelota. Hago sonidos de besitos mientras digo “good boooOOOOoooyyyy” y corro para allá y para acá, tratando de atraerlo en un juego divertido… los vecinos ahora me perciben como la mujer loca; en vano continuo mis afanes.

9:50 am, Elevo una oración en silencio… llega una idea (o es una voz?) “si lo traes, él vendrá!”. Vengo a casa por Luigi. El mini fugitivo nos ve y se acerca inmediatamente. Nos sigue hacia el jardín.

9:55 am, un par de intentos y finalmente lo capturé! Su placa tiene nombre: GODFREY. Tambien encuentro un número de teléfono! Yaaayyy!!!

10:00 am: Traigo a Godfrey a la casa para llamar a su dueño. VAYA CATASTROFE! Patas de Schnauzer para arriba y para abajo de los muebles, correas que se enredan, mis ojos no pueden saber quién es quién, las cobijas sobre los sillones vuelan por todos lados, los controles caen por allá! Ladridos, chillidos! Mas ladridos! Refunfuños! Con mi voz poderosa de lider, digo firmemente: ALTO! (Huh! Funciona!)

10:05 am, llamo al dueño. Me pide que le lleve a Godfrey! (ejem... [perdón????)

10:15 am, Llevo a Godfrey a sus dueños.

10:25 am, Regreso a casa.

Ejercicio del día… LISTO!

There's no need to fear! Luigi is here!

Luigi can’t talk. But he communicates… better than anyone I have ever known in my entire life.

He is direct, to the point. He doesn’t mind asking, requesting, or even begging. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he lets it go and never holds it against you. Sometimes though, he demands. He usually demands to be hugged indefinitely; he loves to cuddle up and feel that unique and marvelous warmth that just the close contact with another body can give.

He is authentic and assertive. He doesn’t hide in passive aggressiveness or in complicated excuses for what the does or what he wants. He is truly free.

In silence he plays. He invites everyone to play. He doesn’t hold race, color or age against anybody.

His eyes melt every human barrier that I use to protect myself from the world, thus making me get in touch with my deepest feelings; he brings out my true soul. With him, you don’t have to put up an act; there’s no pretending. He knows the truth. He FEELS your truth. You don’t have to think about ways to hide anger or tears. There’s no need to try and look thinner or wear mascara or lipstick. He LOVES unconditionally. He provokes to be loved like that, too. There is not a more sincere “I” than when you are with him.

My wonderful thief of scrunchies and socks. Lover of cheese and peanut butter. I lived without you for so many years and yet, I can’t think of a life without you anymore.

How would I live without your tail wagging just because I look at you?

Teach me to find treasure in the smallest things; teach me to celebrate even the tiniest piece of a cracker. Teach me to wonder at every inch of lawn. Teach me to be happy even if somebody pulls my leash. Come on, Luigi… teach me to live, because I’m  40 and I forget...

Luigi's day of reckoning

It finally came... Luigi's been neutered.

I am seeing him and my heart is BLEEDING. He did so well, the nurse said, but still, he has to wear that satellite dish collar thingy and he's so uncomfortable, which makes us feel uncomfortable too.



I hope that days go by fast and that he gets used to that darn torture device, (the satellite), before he bumps the life out of him.

If being neutered wasn't enough, the vet clipped his nails and totally broke one, all along the whole nail. So I guess he is in pain about that, too.



What an awful day for our little boy!