Or, the real rulers of the roost at La Dolce Vita. I present:
Annabel Lee Andrews also more commonly known as Gator, Gate, or the Gate.How did such a sweet dog with such a sweet name get such a moniker? Long ago, in 1999 when she was a new arrival on the scene, our dear son Scott came over and announced that it was his job to teach her how to jump on the furniture. He then pulled a cushion off the chair for her to use as a step-stool and commenced the lessons. She learned willingly, but got in a few licks of her own (more on that later). Teething as she was, Scott got used as a chewbone during the lessons and he started calling her "The Annigator" (think Terminator) and Annabel Lector (Silence of the Lambs). Well it stuck and she was Annabel and Annie no more. The Gate is now 9 years old and still spry and still the boss. She is our 2nd million-dollar-dog having had 3 surgeries for bladder stones in addition to the usual spaying. Let's don't forget the great pancreatitis attack of '06 either. Oh, and the licking thing. Just ask any family member or friend who has overnighted at our house--she's at the ready to lick your teeth as soon as you wake up! Yummy!
Ace Andrews also known as Pally (think film noir) or Pee Pi Pally (lifts his leg anywhere).
Pally entered our lives in 2000 when Gator was 18 months old and she was not pleased with our choice. She chased poor Pally into hiding between the two cement yard schnauzers in the patio! She was so mad that she didn't speak to us for days!! Ace is the consummate lover, but we also call him our little pet slut. He will flop down for a good pet anywhere, anytime and will hound us until we submit. When Ace first went leash-walking, we had to literally drag him around the block, because he was bucking like a bronco. Now he could drag us up the hill in front of the house! No wonder the poor guy has a bum knee. Ace also has a reputation for being a bit "nervous in the service" and has had attacks of flinching and panic when the smoke alarms chirp with low batteries. Nevertheless, he is fearless in his pursuit of phantoms that appear outside at night--things like mosquitoes, flies and other things that go bump in the night in our semi-rural backyard. Did I mention that he's a bit barky?
They may not be large, but they are in charge!
Ace Andrews also known as Pally (think film noir) or Pee Pi Pally (lifts his leg anywhere).
Pally entered our lives in 2000 when Gator was 18 months old and she was not pleased with our choice. She chased poor Pally into hiding between the two cement yard schnauzers in the patio! She was so mad that she didn't speak to us for days!! Ace is the consummate lover, but we also call him our little pet slut. He will flop down for a good pet anywhere, anytime and will hound us until we submit. When Ace first went leash-walking, we had to literally drag him around the block, because he was bucking like a bronco. Now he could drag us up the hill in front of the house! No wonder the poor guy has a bum knee. Ace also has a reputation for being a bit "nervous in the service" and has had attacks of flinching and panic when the smoke alarms chirp with low batteries. Nevertheless, he is fearless in his pursuit of phantoms that appear outside at night--things like mosquitoes, flies and other things that go bump in the night in our semi-rural backyard. Did I mention that he's a bit barky?
They may not be large, but they are in charge!
Greyhair chimes in: MsJan took these pictures which perfectly capture each of their personalities.
2 comments:
I just love your posts about the schnauzer kids. They are beautiful, both of them. Nice to know other people give their pets numerous names. Each of my three schnauzers/schnauzer mix has at least 6 names. Since I moved in with boyfriend Bobby, they have acquired even more. Of course, I had to return the favor and give his dog Bear several new monikers!
More schnauzer posts! :)
Lynne (too lazy to sign in)
"he started calling her "The Annigator" (think Terminator)"
That's exactly how Gretchen became The Gretchenator. She chewed up an antique German prayer book. "Chewed up" isn't exactly correct--it looked more like a cherry bomb had gone off inside the book. I figured Jay would kill her when he got home. He just looked at it, looked at Gretchen, and said, "Don't tell Mom".
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