Aug. 7 1984 —– March 30 2000
Dachshund
I remember this one time very clearly and would like to share
it with everyone. I was living in Texas at the time and I was out in the
street washing my car when a man about 35 came up to me.
He asked me for some spare change but I didn’t have any.
My dog Schroder was in the house with the door cracked open.
If he wanted to he could push the door open and come out and
sit on the lawn.
The man started getting aggressive and pulled out a knife and told me to get
him some money. At that moment Schroder pushed open the door and
ran out side and bit the man in the leg.
The man ran and I had to chase after him because Schroder
wouldn’t let go.
Schroder saved me.
That night Schroder and I went to the Dog park and
had a picnic and shared a great night together running around the park.
I Love that dog
Lilly
| Schroder |