Simon
A little over 5 months ago Robert gave me my birthday present; one that I expressly told everyone I did not want- a puppy. I said it again and again- I was not ready! I had, in all honesty, spoken a few times and referred to the thought that I was beginning to consider the possibility of entertaining the notion of perhaps contemplating the idea of just maybe in the future but most definitely not now or anytime in the immediate space and time continuum- getting a dog.
So Robert said he had to run out at 9:30 pm to pick up my present which was ostensibly down the road at our friend’s place, ostensibly to keep it hidden from me and because ostensibly, it had been late arriving due to some manufacturing problem. Hmmm. Anyway, I waited and 10:00pm went by and so did 10:30pm and 11:00pm and by 11:30pm I’m wondering where the hell my boyfriend has gone for this “gift”.
And then it hit me, so I called him and when he picked up I said, ” You got me a dog, didn’t you?” and he said, ” I am driving in the garage right now so come and meet me”. And as I walked out to meet him I said ” I told you I wasn’t ready for a dog and I meant it ( Our last dog had died 5 years ago at the age of 18 and I still wasn’t over it) “. And he said, ” Just shut up and close your eyes and put out yur hands!” So I did while still complaining, saying, ” I can’t believe that you would do this when I expressly told you I was not, in any way shape and form–” and then I opened my eyes and saw little Simon in my hands and said, ” OK!”
And that was that. Simon is a designer breed called a Schnoodle, which is half Schnauzer and half Poodle and is of the miniature variety. But he obviously got all the genes from the Schnauzer side because everyone think he is a pure bred, so I decided that instead of calling him a Schnoodle I would rename him a “Schnauzel”. Regardless he is adorable and now, at almost 8 months old, he has Robert and I almost perfectly trained.
wayne — February 2, 2009 @ 8:41 pm
Sometimes listening to those you love,…will show you a new way to look at the world dear.
Simon was sent to you,…
RDover2 — February 11, 2009 @ 7:08 pm
You are so right, Wayne, just s were you. And we love you too!
RD
Jean Dover — February 12, 2009 @ 11:27 am
Simon is our Grand Dog and we love him. He is the smartest Grand Dog you could imagine. With in a few months of having him Robert taught him to sit, stay and give you a high five. He even gives you two high fives. Robert knows we really love Simon and don’t open the door unless he comes with Simon in toe!!!!!!!!!!!
Robert’s Mom
melissa — April 26, 2009 @ 8:09 pm
AWWWWWWWWW he is so cute. I have a 2 poodles.
Jean Dover — May 5, 2009 @ 10:22 am
Can Simon come to the Opera with us or would he want to sing too?
Jean Dover — August 20, 2009 @ 2:43 pm
Dear Simon Fans,
Sunday the Roberts brought Simon with when they came for dinner. Robert and I were in my bedroom where I keep my computer. He was trying to fix something for me. I was sitting on the edge of the bedspread. All of a sudden I felt Simon’s nose nudging my leg. I reached down with my hand and playfully pushed it back. He turned and walked to the left staying near the edge of the spread, and put his nose out again. Robert said, Mom, he wants to play hide and seek. The third time I growled, and gave him a tweak on the nose. He growled back, and we kept on the playing the game until we both got tired, and went on the the next activity.
He leapt onto Herb’s lap, and made himself at home.
Here is when his friendlyness ends. If Robert goes in the direction of the front door Simon is there first. No one is going anywhere with out him. You would think he would love me more, as I let him eat a piece of hot bread that had dropped on the floor. He was so cute pushing it with his nose until it cooled off.
Love you Simon,
Grandma
Jean Dover — September 21, 2009 @ 4:47 pm
Dear Simon,
Robert told me you had an infected nail, and have to be on antibiotics for two weeks. He said you even have to wear a collar around your neck so you can’t lick your toe. We are so sorry, and Herb & I are praying this will be the last time you have any problem with your health. You are much to wonderful to suffer We love you Simon.
This too shall pass, be brave.
Love Simon’s Grandma
Jean Dover — October 28, 2009 @ 1:10 pm
Dear Simon,
Yesterday Grandpa Herb bought you a good looking bowl to have as your own to eat out when you visit us.
I am looking forward to seeing you with your curly coat. I bet this more natural style makes you feel cooler, and more comfortable then your short cut. Maybe now you won’t have so many infections. That would be a good thing.
Tell Robert to post a new picture of you as soon as it is all grown in.
Love, Grandma
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Candace Clemens — January 2, 2012 @ 5:37 pm
Awww….I got my youngest daughter, Gracie, a Schnoodle for her 6th birthday. “Is it a dog, or a dessert?” I thought to myself when I first saw the ad, never having heard of this cross before. Stevie Nipps lived for 16 years, and probably would have lived longer, had I not made the decision to euthanize her. She was by then blind and deaf, and fading fast. But so devoted to her family, she felt it her obligation to hang in there long beyond what nature intended. One of my favorite memories was when we video-taped 6 year old Gracie, who could not believe she had her own dog, held the homely little pup in her arms, and I asked her, “what breed is your dog?” and she responded, “A schnooooood.” Stevie grew for several years thinking she was just another sibling, usually sleeping under the covers, on her back, her head resting on the pillow between Gracie and her older sister Sam. When a fellow elementary school student called Stevie Nipps “rat dog” (she was, indeed, the color of a rat), Gracie promptly defended her beloved dogs honor by hitting the offender over the head with her lunch box. Stevie sadly discovered that she was a dog when we eventually got a pure bred Schnauzer 5 years later. She begrudgingly accepted that she was baby-sitting, house-breaking and training the silly boy. And then suddenly, one day — not unlike Toy Story — Stevie Nipps realized that she, too, was “one of him”…a DOG! Not a human. RIP Stevie Nipps. I hope your Schnoodle brings you as much devotion, love and laughter as did ours.