I now star in my very own video on You Tube. My Dad made the video. It is inspirational, as well as very good because, well, because I am the star.
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Mommy had the lighting wrong, the position wrong and the cloth wrong.
Lucy had pretty much everything wrong. Mostly her scaredy dog look. Then her bored look. Why couldn’t everyone be happy and cooperative like me?
We tried again without the cloth and this was the best Lucy would give us. I wasn’t smiling anymore. I was getting tired and wanted my supper. Didn’t someone once say, “After all, tomorrow’s another day?” (duh)
Xena Schnauzer Princess Warrior
Hi, I’m Ella, Lucy’s BFF.
Today, I’m pretending that I am Queen over all I see.
Queen Sarabi: Soon, Ella-Mufassa, you will be ruler over all this land.
Hi, I’m Achilles, Lucy’s boyfriend.
Today I’m pretending that I am a Major League outfielder.
Did you see that catch? Huh, huh, didja?
Hi, I’m Morty, and I’m pretending that…
I am Pumba, and they call me MR. PIG.
Hi, I’m Xena, and I’m pretending my Daddy could stay home and play with me every day.
What do you want to play now, Daddy?
Hi, I’m Lucy, and I’m pretending…
to be the subject of a famous picture by a famous artist, and everyone would know my name.
We are Achilles, Ella, Morty, Xena and Lucy, the Pretenders.
Xena: While we wait for my video from the Freestyle Trial, I wanted to catch you up on what is going on around home. Do you remember my warning to Riley? Do you remember that he still went ahead and deadied my blue bone? That was bad, but not like deading a real live stuffie. Look who we found, a victim of a Riley attack.
Do you remember that poor old Mr. Elephant was very close with Angel Lexi? Now his guts are falling out of his butt. This isn’t the first time Riley tried to kill him. We think it is because he mattered so much to Angel Lexi. Mr. Elephant had asked that, instead of staying in the big green basket on top of the mantel to stay safe, he be allowed to stay in my kennel. He was ok in there until one day we all forgot to shut my kennel door and Riley saw his chance.
Riley: You two can stop talking about me now. My Dad’s coming to get me.
Lucy: I saw something had to be done immediately if we were to save Mr. Elephant. After thinking for 87 seconds, I made my decision.
I ran to the pantry and got some Tennessee whiskey to steady my nerves and gave Mr. Elephant a drink of it, too. Xena had eaten sauerkraut last night, so I told her to turn around and gas him. Between that and the whiskey, he was out cold. I gathered up some tools and put on my operating mask. Time was ticking and I had to work fast and sure with precision instruments. I also had to be very careful not to close up his bee hind hole. I looked for his tail, but that villain Riley must have eaten it. His right leg was ripped halfway off, so I fixed it to the best of my ability.
About 87 minutes into the surgery, Xena noticed that Mr. Elephant was also missing an ear.
We hurriedly – but carefully – looked under all the furniture. Xena is small enough to be able to scoot under the couch and love seat, and did a thorough search. It was all to no avail. That fiend Riley must have eaten his ear, too. I finished working on his back end, and, with only a short pee and snack break, started closing up the gaping whole where his ear used to be. Xena! Quick! Lick the sweat off my forehead! Thanks!
Mr. Elephant is in the guest room sleeping it off and is expected to make a full recovery. His back leg isn’t exactly straight anymore, so he will have a limp. And we’ll have to remember to stand on his left side when we talk to him.
Riley has gone home with his Dad, and it’s time for a nap after an exhausting, yet satisfying, day. The patient will live.
Wags and licks, Lucy the Surgeon and Xena Schnauzer Princess Warrior
You are looking at one tired and happy, happy puppy…me! Xena! I’ve had so many firsts this weekend, and they’ve all been great.
Let me start at the beginning, ok? Since Mommy started working at the Jewish synagogue, I haven’t been allowed to go to work with her except for that one time when I was getting my allergy testing, almost a year ago. So imagine my surprise when she gave me a bath very early on Friday morning and loaded me into my crate in the car. I shook for about 5 or 10 minutes, then settled down for the rest of the ride to…guess where. Bet you can’t guess! Work! This was 1st number one. I got to go in the synagogue and meet Mr. Billy Joe, who let me follow him around as he cleaned and did other stuff. I met Mr. Lester, too, who let me help him put away important books in the book closet.
When we were done with our work, I laid in Mommy’s office until it was time to go. She said we were only working a half day, ’cause we had a long drive ahead of us. We were going for me to get my first Freestyle title!
We drove about 87 hours from Chattanooga, on the big road through the mountains, winding back and forth and back and forth, until we got to a city called Greensboro in North Carolina. This was 1st number 2. I’ve never been on a trip befoe. We checked into a motel called the Red Roof Inn. Mommy said this is where the Freestylers from out of town were staying. We walked into our room with all our stuff, right into a big puddle of water on the floor by the sink and potty room. Back to the office we went, with all our stuff loaded back in our car, and were given a key card to the next room down. This was 1st number 3. I’ve never stayed in a hotel before.
The first thing I did after we got in our new room was eat my dinner. So far, so good. By now it was late, at least 6 o’clock, and we were both tired, so we just hung out in the room listening to Mommy’s new Stephen King audio book. Around 9 o’clock, we were both nodding off and were ready to turn off the lights, when workmen who were staying there gathered outside their room – which was right next to ours – talking loud and coming and going in their loud work trucks. That went on for 87 minutes and they finally went away. Almost as soon as they left, another group of work men, speaking another language, took their place. They were smoking, too, and it was coming in through the air conditioner, making us miserable. Mommy gets really grouchy when she is too tired. She called the office three – yes, three- times. Someone kept coming down telling them to be quiet, and that worked for less than five minutes each time. Finally Mommy opened our door – while she was in her jammies – and told these guys that they were keeping her awake and to please be quiet. They said they were sorry and were quiet until the door shut. Mommy opened the door again – still in her jammies – and told them that she wasn’t going to warn them again, that next time she was calling the police, and slammed the door closed. This was my 1st number 4. I’ve never seen Mommy so teed off and yelling at a bunch of big men before. They finally went inside, where we could hear them throwing dice and hollering and laughing. Next thing we knew, the alarm on their big truck started blasting. At that point, Mommy called the office again and told the guy who answered that she was getting dressed, packing the car, and coming down to get a full refund on both nights. It was now 11:30 at night, so the clerk made Mommy come around to the night window, pushed the printout with the credit card refund through the slot to her and muttered something in another language that we didn’t understand. Mommy thought about sleeping in the car, but it was getting pretty cold. There was a Motel 6 right next door, so in she went. They liked dogs there, and room access was from an inside hallway, so we decided to stay there.
Mommy was so over-exhausted and so worked up that she couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. Six-thirty o’clock came way too soon the next morning, but a shower (for Mommy) and a breakfast (for me) got us going. Back into the car and another 30 minute drive took us to a city called Winston-Salem, North Carolina. That’s where the Freestyle event was. I thought I would go in, do our routine, get paid, and leave. Boy, was I wrong.
Oh, and this was 1st number 5. I’ve never competed in a Freestyle event before. When the trial finally started, they had to get through all the beginner dogs who were doing something new called “Phrases,” plus Level 1, and wait for the judges to be done with each one. It was finally my turn and I was super, over-the-moon excited! We started our dance routine just like we practiced, then I hopped and bounced and ran out of the ring to say high to the judges, and then right back to Mommy, and we finished our dance routine just like we had practiced. She was sure I had “blown it,” and we were going to get disqualified foe leaving the ring, but guess what. They loved me! I only got one point taken off my score for running outside of the ring. And guess what else. When we went up front with all the other levels to find out who got ribbons and prizes and titles, me and Mommy each got a blue first place ribbon for our class (II B). Blue ribbons, 1st number 6. And guess what else.
I got my Freestyle Level II (2) B Title! 1st number 7. Mommy was so surprised that she couldn’t stop grinning. She says she is super proud of me, and we are still going back on Sunday to do it all over again. I can’t get more ribbons or titles tomorrow, but we Mommy we want to try to do the dance routine that we had practiced so hard and maybe get an even higher score. I’ll let you know how that works out and share the video with you as soon as we get it.
Love, hops and wiggles, Xena Schnauzer Dancing Warrior Princess
Angel Lexi: On All Hallow’s Eve, I am back to play tricks and get treats. So tonight, I am reclaiming my blog. That’s right, my blog! This is the night before All Saint’s Day, the day where I will be especially remembered and prayers will go up for me and a candle lit to show I am still the light of the world and star of the stage to show my spirit still shines brightly in the hearts of those who love me. So tonight I will partake of a little mischief. I would rather partake of Kahlua and cream, but there is no cream in the refrigerator.
Lookout, Xena, here I come. You may eat raw meat every day, but I have not yet had my fill of blood. Eating kibble all my life has left me very, very thirsty. (in best Bela Lugosi voice) I come to suck your…oh forget it, that’s just too corny, even for me. Now, where was I? Tonight, Xena, you become like me!
Xena: You mean I am going to become an Angel?
Angel Lexi: No! You will be a Vampire Dog!
Xena: Aghhhh! Help!
Angel Lexi: There is no help for you. You will crave blood, fresh blood. Now go get some blood! (And bring me all the meat from the fridge.)
Xena: Oh, Mo-o-ommy… hold me, Mommy, hold me close bawahaha
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Vampire Dogs Angel Lexi the Schnauzer and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess Dash
What a great Sunday I had! I thought I was going to be left home again, and then my peeps brother Andrew came to the house. Next thing I knew, Xena was following her treat puzzle into her kennel and me and Riley, we were getting our leashes on and jumping into the back seat of the car with Andrew. We were all going to Rock City! I was so happy when we parked and I knew where we were that I couldn’t stop wagging my tail. The first thing we did was get our caricatures done, just like that collie that I told you about in The Dogs of Rocktoberfest 2019.
This one below was done two years ago with Mom and Xena, when XeXe was only about four months old.
Dad looked at them both and said it was really good of us dogs and that it looked like Mom had put on weight. Oops! Even I know not to say something like that!
Moving on. Andrew and Riley got their caricatures done, too. We don’t have a picture of theirs, but we did get this one with Rocky, he, he, while Andrew was posing. Rocky is always doing funny stuff like that.
Mom stored her bag next to the bench we get to use, the one right up by the band, and then we were anxious to do some exploring.
Andrew wanted to go look out over 7 states. He even brought binoculars to see far away. Riley and I weren’t interested in looking at 7 states, but we did enjoy watching all the people and other dogs.
You can see how cloudy the sky was. The forecast was clear skies and 79F/26C, but it never really cleared up or got over 64F/18C.
Mom was cold the whole time.
We walked along the trails and stopped at a little way station so Mom and Andrew could sit and talk awhile. Look who was there.
I’m ashamed to say that me and Riley, we went nuts. That must have set off a signal for the black cat to transform into a Halloween Black Cat. Mom didn’t get a picture of that scary and impressive sight because she had both hands full with controlling me. After me and Riley settled down, the cat laid back down and stayed there, too, as if to say, you don’t scare me. After she made her point, she got up, jumped the fence, and sauntered away across the flat-topped boulders.
Switching from cats to dogs, here are three of the Rocktoberfest dogs we met.
Everyone wanted to pet us, from tiny kids to older adults and every age in between. It was both wonderful and exhausting. Back in the pavilion, Riley and I rested and watched my Dad teach polka.
Some of the students were funny to watch, especially since they were obviously having a great time of it, even if they were making it up as they went…like the couple next to Dad!
Too soon it was 5:00. Dad was done working, the temperature was dropping, and everyone was tired.
We meandered down the trail leading to the exit, smiles on our faces and happy thoughts in our heads. (It didn’t hurt that we knew supper would be served as soon as we got home.) Riley told me about him and his Dad crossing the swinging bridge, and he said it wasn’t at all scary. (I think I’ll just keep going the other way over that chasm.) He said he hadn’t been up here for a long time and he was so happy to come back and to spend a day with his Dad (Andrew). He’ll be going back to live with his Dad, but we don’t know for sure when that will be. I hope not very soon, unless, well, unless that would make Riley happier. He seems pretty happy now, though. We finally got to the exit…
Hey Dad, do you know how many new friends I made? Do you want me to lead the way? I know how to get to the car from here. Goodbye Rocktoberfest 2019. It’s been fun.
Wiggles and giggles and licks, Lucy the Rocktoberfest dog.
Riley: Why can’t I play with all the stuffies around the house? I’ve only chewed up one small bully horn, and that wasn’t even a stuffie.
Xena: Uh, Riley? I caught you trying to deadie my poor old elephant – the one that Angel Lexi loved.
And have you forgotten this? I couldn’t find you, or you would have paid with your furs for deading my raccoon.
That’s why all my stuffies are out of reach until you go back home where you belong.
But, Xena, I’m part of the pack now!
Xena: Oh, ok, you can have my stuffie bones. And your big dog your dad brought over for you.
Riley: OK. Thanks, Xena. You won’t regret it.
Xena: Regret must mean something different than what Riley thinks.
Our Mom is home today because it is a Jewish holiday and the office is closed.
Happy Simchat Torah, everyone!
Xena: What’s Simchat Torah?
Riley: We don’t know, your Mom just told us to say it. Did you get that guttural c h sound right? Keep looking at the camera – we haven’t gotten our posing payment yet.
Xena: What’s gutteral?
Riley: Just pretend like you’re trying to dislodge a piece of food from your throat. If you can’t do that, then just say happy Shemini Atzeret .
Xena: Oh, Mom, Mom, Mom. I think Riley just swore.
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As promised here are some of the dogs who enjoyed the seasonal celebration originating in Germany that spread across the world.
This is Bentley on the left. She is a Labradoodle puppy.
On the right is an English bulldog. We weren’t able to get his name. His folks were very careful to keep us apart.
Next is Django on the left. (The “D” is silent.) She is an 8 week old Dalmatian puppy. Her folks had just got her from her breeder, out on a farm with seven brothers and sisters, and brought her to Rock City before taking her home to meet the rest of her family. They were socializing her.
On the right is a Border Collie whose name we didn’t get. Do you see the strange-looking brown thing on her sides? That’s all you can see of the huge pretzel costume she is wearing, BOL. We took her picture while she was sitting very still to have her “caricature” made. That means a picture, description, or imitation of a person in which certain striking characteristics are exaggerated in order to create a comic or grotesque effect. (I looked it up.) She must have really wanted that picture of her, ’cause she never moved.
Here on the left is Tate, an Australian Shepherd/Poodle mix. I think we could have been friends.
On the right is Milo. My Aunty Jen’s black schnauzer was named Milo, too. This Milo had sort of the same temperament. I was warned not to go near him. He did let my Mom pet him, though. He has a sister named Jade who was there with him, but we didn’t get her picture.
Last but not least (I heard that somewhere and have been waiting to use it) is Roxy the Cairn Terrier. That’s the kind of dog who played Toto in the old movie The Wizard of Oz. Just think, Angel Lexi not only had to learn her lines, her times on and off stage and all that acting stuff, but she had to play a cairn terrier as a boy, too!
Roxy was all dressed up for the occasion. You can see she was asking for some beer, but her folks wouldn’t let her have any. Then, today, something really funny happened. Our handyman who Mom and Dad know from church was here fixing something and, as he was leaving, he told Mom a story about being in a nearby neighborhood and seeing this whole family dressed up in lederhosen and dirndl. He stopped and asked them where they were going, and they said Rocktoberfest! Mom asked if they had a little dog who was also dressed up and he confirmed they did. It was the same people and dog we met up there. BOL, BOL!
We have two more weekends of Rocktoberfest, so we may feature more pups before we’re done with it. And maybe Dad will sing again with a different band. And – oh never mind, I’m starting to sound like Xena.
Wags, licks and wiggles, Lucy the Rocktoberfest dog
Say “Free.” Say “Free.” Say “Free.” It’s been 87 seconds and I’m starving here.
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It’s still Rocktoberfest Time on Lookout Mountain, GA. Xena went on Saturday when our cousins from Ft. Wayne Indiana visited, and Mom forgot her phone at home, so no pictures. But she did remember her phone on Sunday when I went, so lots of pictures of me and Dad and Rock City and other Rocktoberfest dogs.
Besides being the best Dad in the whole world, and smarter even than me, and a fantastic polka teacher, my Dad can sing! So the band asked him to join them in singing some of their special German songs, like The Pennsylvania Polka.
First, though, he sang a song that made me feel bad, ’cause I thought he was singing it to me.
Last year my Aunt Bobbi told Dad that I am fat, and because I am not fat! him and Mom joke about it all the time. But then he sang this song that goes I don’t want her, you can have her, she’s too fat for me…
To help me recover from that trauma Mom said, “Let’s go explore the trails.”
We took off down a less busy trail and I enjoyed the smells and the beauty.
The Goblins Underpass sounded foreboding, but I had to be at least as brave as my sister was when she entered the Under-Cliff Passage.
There wasn’t anything too scary, or even any munchrooms to eat, and pretty soon I saw daylight and the stairs leading outside.
Once I got out from underground, I found these gnomes busy doing something, I don’t know what.
We went back to the pavilion where there was lots of music and I visited with a couple who were from Atlanta. They met Xena last year, and they are really good petters. I only got in a little bit of trouble when I ate the rest of the lady’s hot dog. She said it was ok, though, that she didn’t really want it anyhow. Mom took a lot of pictures of the other dogs enjoying Rocktoberfest, and she will share those next time. Let’s close with Dad singing the song about where Mom was born.
Licks and wiggles, Lucy
I’m getting ready for my first Freestyle competition. We’ve tweaked our routine and I’ve got my part down. I am having sooo much fun! Mommy is going to take me to work with her in a few weeks and we are going to leave in the middle of the day to drive to Winston-Salem, North Carolina. *bounce bounce bounce* I’m going to get something called a title. I already have the title of Princess Warrior. I wonder what my new one will be. Anyhoo, here is the newest version of our dance!
Xena Schnauzer Dancing Warrior Princess
Can you believe that I got stuck in my kennel all day on Saturday while Mom and Dad took Lucy somewhere. The only place I could think of was that they took her to the vet. I was mad about being left at home, but I hope she’s ok. She was too worn out when she got home to tell me anything.
My peeps must have felt bad about leaving me home cause they took me up the mountain today to Rock City’s Rocktoberfest.
Daddy needed to warm up his dancing, so he (sorta) asked me to dance with him.
There was more fun stuff and other stuff that was kinda scary. Mr Rocky was in the pavilion dancing, and then he ran over to the bench where I was sitting with my Daddy and grabbed a tam grrr eeen.
He terrorized me with it! Daddy said Rocky was just having fun and entertaining everyone, but it sure made a lot of noise.
Mommy took me walking along the trails. The temperature was real nice, what Mommy calls “sweater weather.”
This little gnome was watching to be sure everyone stayed on the trail, like the sign said. I told him I was sorry, but I had to go off-trail for a quick potty break. He was nice about it and didn’t chase me away.
Next, Mommy took me exploring. We went into the mountain. I remember doing this last year, and I survived it, so I screwed up my courage and off we went.
This strange-looking guy was behind these bars, but he looked pretty happy. He had a big jug of something and a giant mushroom. Mmmm, mushroom.
A little further down was this old man and woman sleeping in their bed, and they were also behind bars.
I wonder if they are dangerous, or being punished for something, or maybe it’s just like my kennel, to keep them safe. I wonder if they get a food puzzle when they get stuck in their kennel.
Before I knew it, things got really dark.
I could hardly see going down the stone stairs or around corners, and I’m a lot closer to the ground than most peeps.
Soon, everything got weird, kinda psychedelic.
Maybe I shouldn’t have tried that munchroom, er mushroom, the fellow behind the bars offered me.
When we finally got out of the mountain, a woman was standing as still as a statue, with a bird sitting in her hand.
She welcomed us back from Sheol and made the munchroom effects go away.
We finally got back to the pavilion where there was food and beer.
Daddy had bought a new mug, so Mommy got it filled with beer and she got a beer cheese bowl to eat. While she was eating, Daddy held me in front of the pavilion and people asked if they could pet me and take my picture. I would have rather sat and ate with Mommy, but no one asked me what I wanted. I sure hope I get to go back (and get some cheese and beer)!
Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess at Rocktoberfest 2019!
I got to go to Rocktoberfest on the very first day with Mom and Dad. Just me! Mom says please forgive the shadow–the day was sunny and warm with a nice breeze, and Mom got in the way of the sun.
We walked the trails, up and down stairs, through fat man’s squeeze, and saw some strange things, like this fellow here.
This is a gnome. He was distracted and didn’t see us.
Along the trail, I posed on this hard block shelf in a cutout in the mountain.
Then I decided it was time to keep exploring.
Which way now?
It was time to take a drink and snack break. Mom shared her pork and sauerkraut with me, and let me taste her locally brewed Rocktoberfest beer.
I didn’t like it very much, so I decided to stick with water.
But do you know the very best part of Rocktoberfest?
Everybody asked if they could pet me. And they did! And they told me how beautiful I am and sweet, too. I had to keep apologizing for hitting them with my tail; I just couldn’t help it cause I was so happy!
With wags and wiggles and smiles, I am Lucy the happy Rocktoberfest dog.
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Xena: Mommy took a picture of me and Jen Jen Bear and played with it on PicMonkey.
Which one do you like best? Really. Which one? If you get the right answer, you win an all-expense paid vacation to…
Lucy: Xena! Stop it! You can’t give a vacation away. You don’t have money to pay for it, and Mom would have a fit. Where did you get such a lame-brain idea, anyhow?
Xena: They do it all the time on TV. I didn’t know I would need money. I just thought it would be fun.
Xena: Hey! Where’d the picture of that pig Morty come from? Don’t anyone vote for that one or you won’t win!
Lucy: (Te, he, he.)
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I like pillows. A lot. I try out lots of different pillows, for lots of different purposes and in lots of different positions.
Last Christmas Mom dressed the pillow I like on the couch in a holiday dress. She didn’t fool me, though; I knew it was my big, comfy pillow.
Sometimes I hide different parts of me under or behind a pillow. I didn’t want anyone to see me wearing my big girl panties.
Sometimes I try new positions on my pillows.
Sometimes I hide so no one knows where I am. I can watch what they are doing like this, with no one seeing me.
Mommy got me a fancy new pillow, and after the first night, I didn’t want to use it any more.
Once in a while I would carry it out of the bedroom and leave it somewhere else in the house. Then, one night, I changed my mind. I thought about it a while and got it just right.
Xena, Pillow Connoisseur and Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Hello friends. Lucy, Ace Reporter here today to report on another fantastic groom. This little shih tzu was referred to Mom by his grandma. She told her daughter, “You’d be crazy not to go to my new groomer!”
This is sweet 1 1/2 year old Rhett when he first got on the table. His previous groomer had cut his eye and didn’t tell his mom. They figured it out, though and got him treated in time to save his eye.
He’s still sort of a wiggly puppy, but Mom was very careful and patient with him. When she texted his mom to say he was ready to go, his mom asked if he could stay another hour. They just weren’t used to having him ready so soon, but that’s how Mom works. One dog or family of dogs at a time show up, get groomed, and go home. Anyhoo, Mom said yes, and brought him upstairs to visit with us.
It took a moment for him to get the layout of the house, but Rhett was feeling good and strutting his stuff. Of course, he quickly found the most popular room in the house.
Xena sniffed his bee hind and he growled, then Rhett sniffed her bee hind and she growled. Then they did the nose touch saying, “Let’s be friends.”
Lucy, Ace Reporter, signing off with wiggles and licks.
Hi there. Well, we’re back from our visit and I panted and shook in the car some on the way home but mostly I slept on Mommy’s lap while Daddy drove. It’s a good thing Daddy was driving ’cause Mommy was sleeping, too. We meant to leave early, but first the folks went to Sunday school and church together and then they went out to eat at Moby Dicky’s Restaurant in Hendersonville near the church they had gone to. Then, when they got back to us, everyone was sleepy, so the guys took a nap while Mom and Aunty Jen curled up on the couch with me and Morty. Ella and Lucy took turns getting on the couch with us cause there wasn’t room for everyone. Anyhow, that’s why we didn’t get home until 9:00 at night and why me and Lucy didn’t get any supper. Grrr. That’s the sound our tummy’s made all night.
Morty and I are still the same size. I think I could take him in a fair fight, but I keep getting yelled at when I chase and bark at him. Hey, he grunted at me first!
Outside, Morty always kept his nose in the grass.
My Uncle Bill held me whenever I asked him to. He’s a good schnauzer holder. And I ran and ran in their big back yard. I got Lucy to chase me, too. She got too hot and would start to chase me when I asked her to, then stand back and let me run the big circle by myself.
You know what else happened while we were gone? Why Lucy didn’t want me to blog about us being there? Like Mommy told her, “If you don’t want Xena to tell everyone, then don’t do it in front of her.” Have you guessed?
Yep! Her and Achilles played kissie face. It was pretty disgusting. They kept licking each other’s tongues and mouth and sometimes Achilles would walk past her and give her a quick kiss. I think my sister’s in love.
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