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We are very sad here at Schnauzerland. God decided that it was time my Angel "Midge" returned to Heaven to do another job. Her life here on earth was short and I knew when she became a part of my life and heart that she would not stay long. I have thanked God every minute since she has been gone for every minute he allowed her to be here on Earth with me. I thanked him for her inspiration to do what we do here at Schnauzerland. We strive hard 365 days a year to help people believe in Angels. To Believe that God can whisper to us and guide us on earth thru our animals. Specifically for me, and possibly for you, thru our Schnauzers. He has guided me thru all the growing pains of this process and helped me produce some of the most wonderful companions for people that I have ever met. I live here in Tennessee with people that have these wonderful creatures of God, that Schnauzerland has produced. I see and work daily with some of them. And until Midge left me, I had one of my very own. She was the reason for such a forceful drive in my heart to continue to raise these wonderful giant schnauzers and to strive so hard to work on the temperaments for the normal family. I would see her and it would melt my heart and I would know without a shadow of a doubt that God loved me enough to put her in my life. The love she gave me, made me want to continue doing this so that you would be able to find us if you were looking for just that special Schnauzer for your life and family.

Schnauzerland has a huge internet following and hundreds of customers and friends that visit us every week. I felt that since so many knew of Midge, me and our special relationship and story that I had to be brave and let all of you tell her bye and to send your love. If each of you will say a prayer for us here at Schnauzerland that we find the strength, courage and inspiration to continue to do this work, I'm sure we will feel all that love and inspiration and energy come our way. I'm sure that God will hear each and every one of your prayers. And also pray that he helps us with our goals for the Angel Project. I have such big dreams for that, that "normal" people would just think me insane. The people that have been touched by this special spirit, they know exactly what I'm talking about, have the love I'm talking about in their lives, and know that I am very sound of mind.

The paragraph below was written right after Midge died. It was Thanksgiving weekend. So I wanted to ask people to do things for our needy and less fortunate furry and human kids for the Christmas Holidays. But I would like for you to think about this and make this a conscious thought year round. Our animal shelters and rescues work hard and can use all the help they can get. Money, food, toys, etc. and also if you would like to be a foster home, contact one of the rescues near you.

As we continue thru this Holiday Season and Christ's Birthday, please remember us in your prayers, as we pray for all of you and want Blessings to be showered upon you daily. Remember the Spirit of Christmas is not about you, but others. To share and give to the less fortunate. Find an Angel Tree in your city and/or community to pick an Angel Child or several Angel Children, to make their Christmas a happy one. Donate food, newspapers, bedding, blankets, money and/or anything else you think of to help your local animal shelters. Give extra to your churches as they help single mothers and elderly people in need so that they can have a little better Christmas and Holiday season. Get on your knees and be thankful for what God has given you and pray that he gives you the wisdom to take care of it, to appreciate it and show your family and friends just how much they mean to you and that you love and appreciate them so very much.

God Bless each and every one of you, and please remember me in my loss of my own Angel Midge, and continue to pray that God gives my staff and I the strength to keep doing our job, raising these "Angel" Schnauzers.

"There is one sound that dogs make which I have not included in my discussion of Doggish vocalizations. I didn't include it because it is an automatic sound, which probably was not intended by either evolution of the gods to be communication at all, but it has come to mean something to me. It is the sound of dogs breathing.

At night, when I lie down to sleep, my old dog Wiz lies on the bed beside me, while Odin lies on a cedar chip pillow on the floor close by my head. Just across the room, my puppy, Dancer, who is not quite fully house-trained, sleeps in his wire kennel. In the quiet and the darkness, sounds are amplified. I can hear the low, slow breathing of the big black dog, the short breaths of the orange puppy, and the occasional sniffle and snore of the old white dog. As I listen to those soft sounds, I think of some earlier man, lying in a cave or rude shelter, resting on a bed of hides or straw. It was a hostile, dangerous world. Weapons were primitive, resources often sparse, and there were menacing things that moved in the night. That long-gone ancestor also had dogs who lay beside him as he tried to sleep. His dogs breathed these same sounds and these sounds had meaning. They were not merely part of the language of nature - they were the sounds of safety and comfort, a recitation of the dog's eternal contract with humans.

"I am here with you," the dog's breath said. "We will face this life together. There is no beast or intruder that can steal up on you undetected because I am here, and I will be your eyes and ears. No harm will come to you because I am at your side to warn you, and to defend you if need be.

"We will hunt together tomorrow. We will herd together tomorrow. We will share sunshine tomorrow. We will explore this world together. We will play together, even though neither of us is any longer a child.

"If luck turns bad, then when you grieve, I will comfort you. You will never need to be alone again. I promise this. As your dog, I will sing this promise to you, and whisper it to you at night, every night, with my breath."

I can hear these words in my dogs' soft sounds of breathing, and just like my ancient ancestor, I understand these words and I am comforted. In my heart I know that if the language of dogs were so limited that this was the only message they could send, it would still be enough."
-Stanley Coren
How to Speak Dog www.stanleycoren.com