Dec 03 2008
Injustice
Schatzi, with the sun on her fur and love in her eyes.
My sister pointed out that there have been, to date, no pictures of her beloved dog, Schatzi, on my blog. I endeavored to redress this egregious wrong by taking some pictures at Thanksgiving, but, alas, the sun was too sunny and the photographer too inept to give Schatzi her considerable due.
In this picture, she is looking up at my sister, and I think it’s pretty clear that there is love in those big brown eyes. The whitish thing in the background is either the glare of the sun or a ghost passing through in a hurry – you decide. I wish I had taken a better picture, since she really is a beautiful dog.
Those who are not Germanically inclined may wonder about her name. It’s only fair to say that our mother had the worst taste in pet names (and men, but that’s another story). Her cat L’il Bit and dog Baroness von Hershee (known by the slightly less embarrassing diminutive “Bear”) spring to mind. Anyway, Schatzi means “treasure” or “sweetheart”, and she is both.
Mom was walking the unfortunately named Bear one fine day, when she heard a noise coming from inside a Dumpster. Peering inside, she saw an emaciated young pit bull, whimpering for help. Mom flagged down a couple of passing guys, who hauled her treasure out of the trash. Mom cleaned her up and brought her to the local shelter. On being told that the dog would be euthanized immediately for the capital crime of being born a pit bull, Mom of course turned around and took her home.
Although Schatzi had been through things far too terrible to relate here, she is, true to her name, a total sweetheart. I can tell you this from personal experience, when I had her stay with me for a month while Mom was away. Eventually, Mom and her dogs moved in with my sister, and time has now left Schatzi in charge. She and my sister are devoted to each other, and there could be no happier ending for the little dog who went from being one man’s trash to one girl’s treasure.
5 Responses to “Injustice”
That is a beautiful story…, but, this does not look like a Pit Bull to me. I guess it is the profile that confuses me. We need a frontal view please. How old is she now?
We surely miss having a dog around the house, but it is so hard to have pets & travel too…plus the fact that it is such a trauma to lose them.
jx
I think she’s around 8 years old now. I totally agree with you on all counts!!
Aren’t glad she gave those crazy names to her pets and not her kids?!
Amen to what Cat said…just think if you had been named Schatzi! 😉
I wonder if Dad had something to do with it. 🙂 I used to wish I had a more glamorous name, but now I’m thankful it wasn’t something ridiculous!