Hello, my name is Rudie and I’m the second to the oldest miniature Schnauzer in the Kenney family. I’m a girl, by the way, don’t want any of you thinking otherwise.
I’m nine years old and I’m the one with the bad temper! Oh yeah, Wyatt told me that you humans like to know what we look like, well, I’m salt and pepper and have the usual brown puppy-dog eyes, okay?
My mama and pop found out the hard way, (about my temper, that is) let me think now, oh gosh, it’s been six years already! Doggies, it sure doesn’t seem possible that it’s been that long!
Well anyway, this is what happened, we were all still trucking then and mama and pop had been asked by the company to haul a classified load for the U.S. Government from upstate New York to Oakland, California but the catch was that they couldn’t have any of us pups with them because animals weren’t allowed on base at destination. So, their dispatcher offered to keep us at his house until our folks returned.
None of us liked the idea much, but mama and pop took the load and promised they’d come straight back to get us as soon as they finished the run.
We told them that we’d hold them to their word and they left.
Now, when they came back we were, of course, all thrilled to see them! Oh, I wish you could have heard the singing and oh the dancing! Such gracious
movements! Yes, life was indeed grand again until mama and pop took us all back out to our truck. I raced back to the bunk and cheered wildly until I saw a tiny moving scrap of fur on the floor and then it bounced over to me and barked!
I slowly inched back away from it and turned my indignant head up towards my folks with such a look that would’ve killed them both on the spot had my wish been granted.
“Holy cow, Brian, did you see the look she just shot at us?” My mama asked in amazement.
“Yeah, I sure did! Rudie-girl why are you so mad at us, baby?”
I now turned my back on them both and dropped myself heavily to the oak floor.
How dare they bring that thing into my truck! WHOA! Jeepers, there’s one, no wait there are two of them! One wasn’t bad enough! Oh no, they had to get two of them!
Two! Of all the insulting things humans could do to us.
“Rudie, we love you, baby!” My mama pleaded.
Oh, sure you do!
“Rudie-girl, these puppies aren’t going to take your place! Pop added.
Well, I hadn’t thought about that possibility!
Pop reached out to pet my head but I pulled away.
“Whoa, she really is mad at us!” Pop said.
“Rudie, don’t act like this.” Mama added sadly.
But they had really done it this time!
I made them suffer for an entire week! Every time either of them reached for me I pulled away in a jerk and turned my back.
And do you know what? From that point on they’ve always been extra careful not to make me mad! And they haven’t brought home anymore Schnauzer puppies, either!
Until Macintosh! But he’s another story altogether!
