Hello my name is Charlie, aka Charlotte. I am a nine-year-old miniature schnauzer of the salt and pepper variety but do seem to be more salt than pepper. My kennel name is Sabrewood Velvet Touch, which is very apt for me as my coat feels like velvet. I live in luxury as a pet and therefore I am clipped instead of stripped, something I'm very grateful for as it seems such an ordeal being stripped. I own two humans called Michael and Lyn (but Michael and I know her as Polly which is her middle name) they can be a bit of a handful but on the whole are pretty obedient. I started writing when i was 8 weeks old when I was brought here to live with them. They had no past experience of being dog owners so I knew I had my work cut out for me from day 1. I thought I would share my life with everyone by creating my own web site. I do have a bit of help with this as my typing is not yet up to speed.
| SOME OF MY OBSERVATIONS | |
| Beware of vets wearing latex gloves and holding a thermometer | Whether out doors or in, always run to the living room carpet to be sick |
| They say that some owners look like their dogs, one of mine does. Bless her she is so self conscious of her beard | Never eat cheap dog food. You can always tell which it is as it's always on offer and your human buys it in bags of three's |
| Master or servant? Just remember who clears who's poop, there's your answer! | |
I LOVE food. Any sort I'm not at all fussy. I have an enormous appetite that can never be filled. I will scavenge for anything, dead or alive. I like any sort of raw vegetables but much prefer to be eating something that has once been grazing in a field. The only thing I have found not to my taste is fresh parsley, put it in a lovely beef stew and that's fine but not on it's own, thankyou.
I HATE being brushed or combed, this is my worst torture. A "slicker brush" sounds lovely and gentle but it's a group of needles raking at your flesh and should be classified as a lethal weapon. Who wants to look slick anyway?
I LOVE my beard. It's amazing the bits of food you can save in there for a snack later in the day. It doesn't half smell sometimes but trying to kiss my humans usually makes them realise it's time to shampoo it ready for a fresh batch.
I HATE having my nails cut, in fact I dislike anyone to be messing about with my feet. Those nail clippers are lethal. One of these days I'm sure I'm going to lose a leg.
