In spite of his best efforts to eat everything toxic that will fit into his muzzle, antagonize bigger and meaner dogs, and wear on our very last nerve, our giant schnauzer Drax the Destroyer has survived his first full year of life. He’s grown from this little bottlenose fuzzball:
Into this gangly “teenager:”
Some dogs are delightful, easy keepers. Other dogs…are Drax. He’s an exceedingly intelligent dog. This is great for training, but it also means that being a highly energetic working dog, if he’s awake, he needs to be given something somewhat challenging to do, or he’ll get bored and move on to making his own fun, which usually involves trying to get his paws on things we’d rather he didn’t, antagonizing his housemates, and generally finding new and creative ways to be obnoxious. He’s also a prima donna and stubborn.
On the other hand, he loves to be part of everything. He’s extremely affectionate, which isn’t always the case for a strong working dog (Luna loves us, but she was never as affectionate as he is). As obnoxious as he can be, he’s nearly always smiling and clearly means well, even when he’s being a butthead. And even though he’s on the smallish side for a male giant schnauzer (he’s about 26 inches tall at the shoulder and 68 pounds) he’s already got an intimidating growl and he’s quite protective.
In other words, when we’re not at the end of our wits, we’re quite fond of the little fuzzball. Michelle made him (and our other dogs) birthday cupcakes, made with all delicious doggy delicacies: the cupcake is beef, oats, and sweet potato, and the frosting is food coloring and mashed potatoes. So happy birthday, Drax the Destroyer. Even though you live up to your name in exasperating ways, we’re happy you’re with us, and look forward to many more years with you.