Wilma The Schnauzer

Wilma was not supposed to be my dog.  She wasn't really.  My friends Dawn and John Poyner found her at a yard sale.  Truly.  She was running around some random neighborhood after a week of brutal thunderstorms.  She was wet, scared, muddy and lost.  They knew, because of a coworker, that I had a schnauzer and thought maybe I would want another.  In fact, when I got the call and was asked, "Wo

My dog Wilma has two basic desires in life.  She wants treats and she wants to rip the flesh and skin off another animal.  Though she is basically a domestic, Wilma is a vicious hunter at heart.  And, honestly, she'd probably be a really good hunter if she wasn't 20 pounds overweight from all the treats she eats.  I have watched Wilma try to capture and murder things her whole life.  But she has n

My dogs love snow.  So imagine how happy they were Sunday afternoon when I opened the back door to the house and they discovered a virtual winter wonderland in the backyard.  Wilma, my standard schnauzer, was content to just casually stroll around and occasionally dip her nose in the snow.  Dolly, my bichon frise, was not quite as content.  In fact, when she realized I had the video camera, she de

We all have things we hate, right?  I mean, I shake like the New Madrid fault line everytime I see a snake, a clown or cottage cheese.  Dave Spencer trembles uncontrollably when he sees large rabbits.  Moon quakes in his pants at the thought of sobriety.  And Jaclyn gets nervous when she has to be on time for something.  Luckily for her, I guess, she never is.  But my poor dog Wilma is a basket-ca