Suzy is a female Mini Schnauzer born July 2, 2010
and last adopted April 7, 2011.
She is 9 years and 6 months old.
Suzy is a playful little dog. She loves chewing on things, and out of habit, she can sometimes get in trouble. Her days are happy and carefree. Most of the time, she frolics in the backyard, barking at the sun shining down on her and enjoying the world. Other times, she cares after pups in the nursery. She hides sticks and bones for them to find. Sometimes she chases after them and makes their tiny mouths squeal. Among them, she is known as the “Second-Mama”. Her main activity is following her owner. She sits next to her while she works, lies down next to her while she sleeps. They are very close companions. Suzy loves her home and has never considered leaving it. Ever.
I was born in the streets. When I look back on that life, I can’t say it was that bed. We were free dogs, roaming the streets, scaring cats, and finding good bits to eat. From my early years I learned two important lessons: to cooperate and survive. I found my pack just as I was turning one. Wonderful dogs, ready to share and teach whatever young pup crossed their way. We spend great times together, stealing beef and food, helping little human pups find their way home. But then one day, it all changed. Another German Shepherd and I were walking down the streets, sniffing out bits of food when a huge truck drove our way. There was a grumpy-looking human sitting in the front. Suddenly a huge dog smell flooded my nose, full of despair, confusion, and fear. Whoever this man was, he was trouble and death. I looked around and saw that my German Shepherd friend was gone. Suddenly a net scooped me up and I was stuck in the truck. I howled and howled, heard barking back, realized how bad this was. A bumpy ride later, I found myself in the shelter. I stayed there for a very long time, until a wonderful lady came and fell in love with me. I have been in her amazing home ever since.