All things Avery

I can't believe I've been blogging for almost a year and never devoted a post to my fur baby, Avery. Sweet baby Avery. Or Aves. Or Avesy. Or Snowflake as Justin calls him. Anyway, I'm linking up with Kelly's Korner again, because I just had to devote a little piece of my online ramblings to Avery. I got Avery a month after I moved into my house, nearly five years ago. Smart move, yes. I knew I wanted a dog, and figured why not go ahead and get all of the chaos out of the way in one fell swoop. So, I brought little three month old Avery home to an array of boxes, fresh paint fumes and all sorts of visitors.

I actually wanted a girl dog. I didn't want any of the aggressive, marking their territory sort of dog. I looked online for about a week, searching for the perfect little schnauzer. I knew I wanted a schnauzer because of their no shedding, hypo-allergenic goodness. And they are very smart and easy to train. Check and check. I found a breeder in Saginaw and when I called to inquire, found out that they only had two boys left. I decided just to go and look. I wasn't going to bring one home. I really wanted a girl. You know how this story ends. I was sold the minute I walked through the door and Avery came bounding over with his teeny little body and over sized paws, jumped in my lap and licked me in the face. True love.

Turns out, schnauzers are very smart. Avery likes to show off his tricks when visitors come to see him. He knows most of his toys by name, will walk into his crate room on command, was easily housebroken and is the best cuddler. True to his heritage, he can be hyper. And he has the worst scream (sounds like a small child) that he makes if I go out to check the mail without him or if he gets upset. He loves to give kisses, which most find sweet, others (aka my mother) find disgusting. Don't worry, Avery knows that grandma doesn't dig his sweet kisses. They're cool. And it's fine because I love them and Avery definitely knows that. He can kiss on command. So that's a little bit about my sweet Avery if anyone cares to know.

Fun fact: Avery was named after the former coach of the Dallas Mavericks, Avery Johnson. I adore Avery Johnson and my Avery shares the same "dirty stash" as the famous coach. Avery was the perfect name.

Funnier fact. Justin made a comment the other day that when we get married the circle will be complete. Avery will finally become Avery Johnson. (Justin's last name is Johnson of course). Haha. We are both excited for that day. Someday.

The 411 on Avery:
Loves his Pig
Hates squirrels
Favorite treat = ice
Loves grandma and grandpa
Not a fan of his cousins (sadly, it's mostly jealousy) ;)
Best friends with Freddy and Jack
Sometimes goes by the Alias Spike
Hates costumes and any form of clothing
Loves the Baylor Bears
Hates baths
Loves walks
Loves the Paw Spa
Tolerates the vet
Loves Fort Woof
Hates trick or treaters