The Five Schnauzeteers

We are five extraordinarily attractive schnauzers

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

This is Max

Is there no end to my suffering?

About two years ago I met this goofy (but cute) human female who seemed to need me and I graciously, out of the goodness of my nose, agree to go home with her. I put up with her moving me to a village in Alaska where all the other dogs were chained up outside and where at any second I could be eaten by a marauding caribou. Then she moves me to a city and into a house with two other dogs, and two other humans, and they STILL only feed me at the solo rate, not the pack rate. She calls me "Her wuffles!" Other dogs get to be Tiger, Brutus, Rex, even Trouble! No wonder I'm on anti depressants. Wouldn't YOU be biting people if you were being called "My wuffles, my wuffles, my wuffles" every day!

And NOW, yet again, my human had her luggage out and has left the four of us with just the other two humans. Argos and I have left her some pee mail to express our disappointment.