Today I was walking our miniature schnauzers. We were only two houses away when I stepped on some sweet gum balls on the sidewalk, lost my balance, and crashed into the pavement. I twisted my right ankle and left knee and skinned my elbow and knee badly. It hurt a LOT. The problem with getting up was, since I'd hurt both limbs, there was no "good side" to push myself up with. I'm sure all will be fine, but the reason I'm sharing is how Cupcake and Coco reacted.
They looked startled. Cupcake started doing circles beside me trying to figure out why I couldn't get up and Coco ran toward the street. She came back immediately when I called her. Coco then lay down beside me on the sidewalk and curled up in a ball by my side while I was fighting back tears and wondering what to do next. Cupcake stood over me and guarded me. They were the sweetest little angels.
Just then, a kind lady slowed down on Lake Shore, rolled down her window, and asked if I was ok. I said no. She asked if I needed help. Reluctantly, I said yes. So, she drove her van into the driveway beside us, got out, and helped me up and then helped all three of us into her van. Another angel!
She drove us home—all the way up to the back gate—for which I profusely thanked her. Inside, the girls snuggled up beside me on the loveseat while I iced knee and ankle, and they didn't move until my husband got home.
I see now why once you have schnauzers, you feel you can't live without them. I have never been this loved by any other breed.