For the dog lovers on my feed
Diving, swimming Schnauzer.
I figure slobber_puppy will appreciate this most of all.
I have only had two Schnauzers who would tolerate water, one being Li'l, who would follow me anywhere (up ladders, on a horse, into ponds/oceans/etc - though the latter, she really didn't care for, she just didn't like leaving me alone in such situations). Dodger would also wade though she didn't care for swimming. I remember Frosteigh, Li'l's mother, would race through my kiddie pool but not pause in it - I think the running through it was the fun part. I know she avoided the little pond in the pasture and wouldn't wade in the stream that ran out of the pond.
The funniest thing I can recall any of my Schnauzers doing with water was shortly after I adopted Callie. She was a trip. She looked very much like a goat with her over-sized head, huuuuge ears, and super-long beard and eyebrows. She had some peculiar reactions to things, like when I first asked her to climb stairs. I had a switchback staircase in Laughing Fox Lodge, and the first day I brought her home, I tried to get her to follow me up the stairs. I stood on the landing and called and called and she watched me, her long tail (it was about 4 inches instead of being 1 inch) buzzing, brows beetling, her barking. And then she jumped upon the coffee table.
I couldn't help it and laughed and laughed and laughed.
But when Dodger, Callie, and I walked down to Colby Lake (at the bottom of the hill I lived on), I decided to see if Callie might like swimming. I waded out to my knees and called the dogs.
Dodger followed me out to stomach-level and stopped. Nope, not going any farther. Thanks. That's plenty deep. Why am I out here again? Oh, yeah, Mom's out here. I hate this.
Callie stood on the shore, tail buzzing, eyebrows beetling. She barked once, and launched herself suddenly -
- to land on top of Dodger, who sank like a stone.
Both Schnauzers struggled up, puffing and blowing and freaking out, made it to shore with me laughing and no help at all, and did the 'dry off dance', followed immediately by the panic over having wet whiskers, so by the time we made it back up the hill to the Lodge, I had two sandy dogs in desperate need of baths.
But that's another story.
I figure slobber_puppy will appreciate this most of all.
I have only had two Schnauzers who would tolerate water, one being Li'l, who would follow me anywhere (up ladders, on a horse, into ponds/oceans/etc - though the latter, she really didn't care for, she just didn't like leaving me alone in such situations). Dodger would also wade though she didn't care for swimming. I remember Frosteigh, Li'l's mother, would race through my kiddie pool but not pause in it - I think the running through it was the fun part. I know she avoided the little pond in the pasture and wouldn't wade in the stream that ran out of the pond.
The funniest thing I can recall any of my Schnauzers doing with water was shortly after I adopted Callie. She was a trip. She looked very much like a goat with her over-sized head, huuuuge ears, and super-long beard and eyebrows. She had some peculiar reactions to things, like when I first asked her to climb stairs. I had a switchback staircase in Laughing Fox Lodge, and the first day I brought her home, I tried to get her to follow me up the stairs. I stood on the landing and called and called and she watched me, her long tail (it was about 4 inches instead of being 1 inch) buzzing, brows beetling, her barking. And then she jumped upon the coffee table.
I couldn't help it and laughed and laughed and laughed.
But when Dodger, Callie, and I walked down to Colby Lake (at the bottom of the hill I lived on), I decided to see if Callie might like swimming. I waded out to my knees and called the dogs.
Dodger followed me out to stomach-level and stopped. Nope, not going any farther. Thanks. That's plenty deep. Why am I out here again? Oh, yeah, Mom's out here. I hate this.
Callie stood on the shore, tail buzzing, eyebrows beetling. She barked once, and launched herself suddenly -
- to land on top of Dodger, who sank like a stone.
Both Schnauzers struggled up, puffing and blowing and freaking out, made it to shore with me laughing and no help at all, and did the 'dry off dance', followed immediately by the panic over having wet whiskers, so by the time we made it back up the hill to the Lodge, I had two sandy dogs in desperate need of baths.
But that's another story.