My dog, Winnie, is a Miniature Schnauzer. She has her good points. She’s small, she’s super friendly, plenty of energy without being insane or yippy. Having her around means I don’t have to clean up the floor every time I feed the kids. She doesn’t shed, is good for people with allergies (i.e. my beloved, M), and when she gets shaggy (see below), the groomer gives her a haircut and all is well. She’s really a very sweet dog.
She’s been very good with the kids, even if she hasn’t become all maternal and protective of them and instead seems like she would prefer if they weren’t around. She’s sort of cat-like in that way.
Speaking of cat-like… Miniature Schnauzers are in the Terrier family. Bred to chase small vermin. She’s supposed to be a goddamn ratter. So imagine how pleased I was to find her lounging on my couch, while my countertop is littered with mouse droppings.
OK, I know, a kitchen counter isn’t exactly the same as mouse holes in a field. But I doubt Winnie would do any better there, either. But couldn’t she just chase them if she sees them?
Not sure what to do about this new dilemma, but I suspect it means traps of some kind, completely purging my kitchen cabinets, and tiptoeing around in fear of a very, very small animal. Bleh.
C’mon Winnie… earn your keep, would you?