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Hi! My name’s Olimpia Hits Handy BORUZELE. Olimpia Hits, because I was born when the Olympic games took place (2000.10.01), and BORUZELE is the name of the kennel, which I was bred in (it means 'ladybird'). And handy stands for... well, maybe they expected me to be obedient? Anyway, now my name’s Oli, and only if I am really BAD my master shouts OLIMPIA HITS! And then I know it’s better to obey then and lick her if she is still not satisfied. And now here’s my story: Well, you know, I’m a schnauzer. Miniature schnauzer, but it makes no differences. And from the very beginning my mum taught me always to keep promise, which lays in that name. Never to betray, never leave ones side, never to surrender. She told me not to trust strangers and to protect my master from everything what could be dangerous even if it would cost my life. And that’s what I always try to do. The only problem was I didn’t know who that master is. There were 3 little pups in my litter. Me, Olimpia, Oligarchia and Orchideja. All of us were girls. I was the biggest and the strongest one. But I never hurt any of my little sisters or other doggies around. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to, because other pups were mostly Giant schnauzers. I really loved playing with other dogs, but I never liked people. They were strangers, as my mum told me. And then someone would come and try to pet me, I would run away and hide. Even the people I lived with, never tried to pet me or to talk to me. And I really thought these humans are evil, `cause once they came and took one of my sisters. Sonly my other sister was gone, too. And finally, they came and took my mum somewhere, and I was left all alone among other, much smaller puppies. For some reason I couldn’t understand, my humans were unhappy. They used to put me in a small cage and take to the places, full of noisy people, trying to touch me. And they talked something about my age, which was 4.5 month. Once, when I was sitting in a cage, as common, a family approached. The girl, who was `bout 15 years old asked if she could hold me, and my humans agreed. They took me out of cage and, despite of my shiver, gave me to her. I was scared to death: "now they will take me and do something really bad to me, like they did to my sisters"! It didn’t hurt, but I couldn’t stop shaking. My eyes were bugged out, I reckon. I knew I was sold. My new people took me into the car and brought to my new home. The next second I could reach the floor I bolted under the sofa and they didn’t get me out for 2 month. I didn’t trust them. I felt so lonely. I slept under sofa then they were at home and played all by myself, then they were out. Once they tried to grab me, but I bit them and run away. But the girl who held me in that dog show bought me a very nice bed. And she never tried to catch me or scare me. She used to lay down on the floor with her eyes closed and a treat in her palm. And after about 5 minutes I used to take the food. And hide after that, of course. But I understood, that she doesn’t want to hurt me. And once, when I was sleeping in my nice bed, that girl touched me. I woke up and got very scared, but I didn’t bite. She put a leash on my neck and brought me outside. It was so wonderful! I was so lonely, and now I met other dogs. Not schnauzers, but it didn’t matter. I played with them all day, and the next morning I was ready to take the girl for the walk. I knew that if I want to go outside, I have to allow her to touch me. And she always was so gentle, she always had a treat or a toy for me. And I understood, that she is the human my mum was talking about - she is my master.
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