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Our love affair with miniature schnauzer started with Wilbur, a salt/pepper whose mistress was a very dear friend for whom we dog-sat on many occasions. One of these times was in early November, a cold morning, black ice, unsure footing, I slipped and fell while walking Wilbur. I had broken my back and couldn't move. Wilbur stood by me and barked until he had attracted my husband's attention. That settled it. My husband, who swore never to have another animal since our beautiful German Shepherd had died a couple of years earlier, quickly agreed that we should get a miniature schnauzer as soon as we could.
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