The many faces of Chipster

We stopped at Snowshoe in WV yesterday and after walking around for a bit Susan stopped for a photo op with Chip.  He’s always willing to sit or stand for food.  He’s pretty much willing to do anything for food.

The entire lot of photos are over in his gallery but here are a choice few.

Nyah Nyah!
Dog shark!

Erm?

Got food?

Chip’s last play session in Portland

Chip absolutely loved running up and down the hallway.

Carpet and a long runway is the best thing in the world for a playful mini schnauzer.

Chip Playing II

Because it’s easier and faster to show you Chip playing than it is to edit 5 months worth of travel video 🙂


I will wait for you…

We leave for lunch and wander about town for several hours and because Portland and the time change, it’s dark when we get back home.

The route we take runs past the side of the building where our apartment sits and we look up and see the boy waiting and watching for us out the window.

Occasionally looking over toward the door as he’s doing in the picture above.

We’ll be home in just a few minutes, sweet boy.

Testing out the little red wagon

The Great Wander – EP 1 Schneaky Schnauzer

We’ve taken our first trip in an RV, rented from Southwest RV and our first video is naturally of our boy.  Alone in the RV and finding that we left some food for him.  Sort of.

The girls love this look

There’s no hotter dog in the world. The ladies will be beating down my door.

Dog friends

Rocket Dog and Rocket Mop

Chip and Ollie on a morning walk. It’s like having a miniature Sophie around the house.

She’s a very doggy dog, adorable and friendly.

She’s also very afraid of lightning. Unlike Chip, she doesn’t hide. She tries to settle in on our heads. Cute though.

Lightsaber fog

We get some of the strangest fog around here.

Sophie Harrison – rip July 17, 2016

Our sweet girl sits on guard. Protecting her pack from ravening squirrels.

[Life got busy after Sophie left us so this didn’t get published in a timely manner]

She started off her rescued life at ELPO as “Lucille” after she was found wandering South Dallas and it’s speculated she might have been a Katrina dog.  ELPO originally thought she was much older until they cleaned her teeth and knocked several years off her estimated age.  They speculated she’d been eating garbage during her street days and she never had much of a discriminating palette until her later years.  June bugs and Cicadas were always her favorites, with the odd lizard thrown in if she could get one.

After the adoption, Susan thought she looked more like a Sophie and so Sophie she became.

She went from a shaggy wookie to a thin puppy in no time.  While she was likely a year or two old when she joined us, she always had the soul of a puppy.

She was our sweet girl.  Our doggie-dog.  If there was stereotypical dog behavior, she’d display it at some point.  From rolling in the grass (fortunately not on anything too smelly) to sniffing everything in the area during a walk to barking at people walking by the house.  She never attacked the mailman though, so that’s good.  I think that most of the time when she barked at people walking by the house it was more often than not a “Hey! Hey! Wanna talk to me?!”

She loved to go out early in the morning and run around the yard.  Even as she got older and developed hip dysplasia and congestive heart disease there was no stopping her.  She’d bound outside, stop for a moment and sniff deeply of the first thing that caught her nose and then leap up into the air, turn around and run off down the yard as if to shout “Wheeee! It’s a new day!”  On most mornings that first run would be part of a challenge with her packmate Chip, to see who could make it across the yard first.  They’d then part ways and sniff about as their noses demanded.

When she was younger she’d do what we called her “happy Sophie dance” for breakfast and dinner.

She so loved to run.  She’d run around the house, run around the yard, run around the neighborhood.  She wasn’t a great running partner though because she had a tendency to suddenly dart across our path in search of of the source of that great smell she just picked up.

She had really long non-schnauzer legs that would let her get up to some impressive speeds.

She was also one of the cuddliest dogs we know.  Her favorite place to be was in a lap, leaning against the person petting her.  Unfortunately she was just big enough that would laps weren’t comfortable for very long but she was just as happy moving to the nearest spot on the couch.

As she got older she adopted our recliner as it let her stretch out and while we couldn’t pet her as she sat there, she could keep an eye on us.

Hopefully she’s still keeping an eye on us.