R.I.P. Schmutt

German SpitzI like to picture Schmutt arriving in heaven being greeted first by the neighbor’s dog, Scooter, who died last year. Scooter, a Shetland Sheepdog, was always trying to get Schmutt’s attention. Schmutt would just kick dirt in his face. Always happy Scooter liked that rascal anyway. I also like to think my great Uncle Rufus, who was Schmutt’s original master, also welcomed him warmly.

Schmutt was a German Spitz with very human-like eyes. He loved a good butt scratch, and dancing around on his hind legs like a ballerina. Because of his size, many people seemed nervous about him at first glance, but he had a very mellow temperament. He was gentle with kids and didn’t start trouble with other dogs. Angel, the little dachshund girl down the street, was especially fond of him. As were the two German Shepard ladies in the yard behind the house. He also had a big fan in my former next door neighbor who looked forward to him visiting her on his daily walk. She always had a treat on hand for his visits.

Walking with him on the street, people often stopped to ask if he was a show dog. He had that show dog prance. With his curled tail held high he would often sashay across the room very gracefully. His favorite things were cold floors, people food and my parents. True to his breed, he had a way of herding us as if we were sheep when we were all in the house.

He took care of us for 14 years. He’s already missed.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable


This lil fella was the ultimate companion. Official name: Little Professor Winston Hans. He was always up for whatever adventure I’d take him on. He didn’t mind sporting his wardrobe on occasion and tolerated my pre-game shenanigans.Then hung out with me during the games, too.

My brother always called him Sir Winston, so quite possibly he was a member of the lowest rank in an order of knighthood (see definition of companion). One thing’s for sure, even if the Queen of England didn’t officially knight him, he was my knight in shining armor.