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.
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.
We want to thank The Cat on My Head for hosting Sunday Selfies.
Xena: Here’s my selfie. Did it turn out good? I’m kinda’ all paws at this.
Mom: Mmm, it really doesn’t show off your beauty, Xena. Want some help?
Xena: How’s this?
Xena: Did this one show off my beauty? Wait, don’t answer, I can tell by the look on your face it didn’t turn out good. This blanket will show off my nice colors. Take my picture here on our bed, Mommy.
How’s this, Mommy?
Mom: I think we can still do better. Let’s try some more.
Lucy: Hey, what are you guys doing? Did you want to take my picture, Mom?
Xena: We are creating art for Selfie Sunday. It’s my turn, so scram!
Lucy: Well, you don’t have to be so hateful about it. You hurt my feelings.
Mom: I think there’s room here for a selfie of my beautiful, sweet, big girl, too. Come on into the kitchen.
Lucy: Thank you Mom, I love you.
We are Lucy and Xena the cheated out of my Sunday Selfie Schnauzer
I saw this pup who looked and moved just like Lucy as I was leaving the grocery. Although I never condone leaving a dog in a car, the weather was perfect for her not to be in danger.
Lucy: Hey, I have a doppleganger!
Xena: Sounds like you need to get help for that condition.
It was a cold and cloudy night with a promise of snow to come. We were all tucked into bed — Lucy and Riley in Andrew’s bed and me between Mommy and Daddy in the big bed. Suddenly…
Mommy holding nose: Ewww, do you thmell that? I’m pretty sure it’th Thena’th anal glandth.
Daddy: Ewww, they really stink!
Mommy letting go of her nothe, er, nose: I sure hope they haven’t expressed all over our sheets.
The next morning…
Mommy talking to herself: Ewww, they expressed all over the bottom sheet. *pulls down blankets, removes sheets and throws all in washer with other washables.*
After that load is washed and dried…
Oh no! It’s gone through to the mattress pad. *removes pad and throws in washer with more washables*
Mommy texting Daddy at his work…
“It’s snowing, It’s snowing,
Xe’s anal glands are blowing.
It’s on the sheets, It’s on the pad,
And in the wash they’re going.”
That night I laid under the covers with Mommy’s arm around me. My tail end was facing her nose when…
Mommy: OMG! A fart just blew up my nose! Aghh!
Daddy: Well, at least it wasn’t her anal glands. Eww, I’m getting it now too!
I got my revenge for that embarrassing poem.
You can get away with a lot when you’re a cute Xena Stinky Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Lucy: I know you’ve got a lot to say today, but try to keep it short. It’s supposed to be Wordless.
Xena: It’s my turn for Wordless Wednesday and I’ll do what I want, Lucy. Stop bossing me around. When have you ever seen me respond to anyone telling me to be quiet? I’m a schnauzer for goodness sake. What do folks expect? Besides, I have a confession to make…
Hi, I’m Xena and I’m an allergic-holic.
In the past, I’ve taken benadryl until I became Zombie Dog. Mommy thought I’d become a boring old lady at three years old, not realizing she’d been sedating me for several months!
I’ve been tested at an allergist for dogs (you can read about that here and see the picture below).
Mommy gave me my special sea rum allergy shots from the allergist every week for two years. I didn’t mind. I always got a good treat before and after the shot. Here I want to give a shout-out to my breeder, Granny, for paying for it all!
Then, when Mommy questioned why the sea rum shots weren’t working, the allergist fired us (you can read about that here).
I’ve taken Zyrtec, and that doesn’t help much. Lavender EO doesn’t help. Sea Beady oil doesn’t help.
You might wonder why Mommy doesn’t get me “allergy” shots, which are steroids. Her first schnauzer, Freda, had allergies and the vet gave her lots of those shots. Mommy didn’t know steroid shots can cause Cushing’s Disease until Freda got it. The vet knew that could happen but didn’t say anything before giving them. Mommy says she believes in something called “informed consent.” If that’s true, I don’t know why she doesn’t ask for my consent when she informs me that I’m going to get a bath.
Then there’s the new “miracle drug” for allergies. It’s called Apoquel. My ex-allergy dogtor said to never, ever use it. Everyone loves it because it hides the allergies so well that the pup doesn’t seem to be suffering from them anymore. But like in *Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, the allergies come back with a vengeance, many times worse than before the sly Apoquel.
I’ve been on a raw diet to help keep my gut healthy ever since I adopted Mommy and Daddy. A healthy gut means I shouldn’t be an allergic-holic. More changes had to be made. Now I’m only getting organic, grass-fed meat and organic veggies and no chicken or pork, but I’m still getting organic, free-range, grain-free eggs and egg shells. Maybe I shouldn’t be…we don’t know. And now, while it’s still only February, I’ve scratched another sore place under my ear. I guess I’m just addicted to allergies…
Mommy hasn’t given up being my AA (Allergies Anonymous) group leader. We’re trying something new: tumeric paste. It’s yummy and it stains Mommy’s fingers and counter tops and sink yellow. She doesn’t care about that if it helps. I get 1/4 teaspoon spread out several times a day because it doesn’t stay in my system long. She just found out she can also put it on my ouchie under my ear. It’s safe for me, and I like it, so we’re going to give it some time to help. (I hope Lucy doesn’t lick it off my ouchie.)
While “researching” tumeric, we also found out it’s supposed to help with lots of other conditions, too.
So we want to share this information with you. The article also tells us how to make a paste (it’s easy) and how to use it and lots more.
Live long and prosper,*
Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess, the recovering Allergic-holic
* We’ve been watching a lot of Star Trek lately.
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I love helping my Mom groom dogs. ~ Lucy
Xena: My Daddy is my only Valentine, so Mommy helped me and Lucy make him a card.
We’re going to print it to give it to him, maybe with one of the cookies Mommy made for us and our friends.
Lucy: Xena, I know you mean well, and even though the cookies are made with yummy stuff that he could eat, I really don’t think Dad wants dog cookies.
Anyhow, Mommy made cookies to send to Achilles, Ella, and Morty the pig — if they want to share with the pig. One broke, so we got to taste test them. Mmmmm. Cheesy goodness. We heard that Ella loves cheese. Well, who doesn’t, right? Then we made a card to go in the package with the cookies that we’re mailing. I wrote a note on the back, too.
Lucy: I made a special card just for my special guy, Achilles, that’s going in with the cookies too. I sure hope he likes it. I wrote a note on the back of mine to Achilles, too.
We hope you have a good Valentine’s Day and get lots of love and treats.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO from Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Lucy: I’m so thankful for my buddy Riley. He’s been with us for about three months. Sometimes his dad stays here too, and sometimes he disappears for a while. Riley gets a little anxious when his dad leaves, so I keep near him to help him know everything is OK.
When Riley is chewing a bone I lay down next to him and share his sunpuddle. (He’s not too keen on sharing the bone.) He likes to play with his Christmas reindeer in the evening, and he wants someone to play with him. I don’t like to play with stuffies, so he barks at Dad and Mom to throw the reindeer and then to play tug-o-war. He’s got a really loud bark! Sometimes Mom grabs the reindeer and starts running through the house with Riley chasing her. They go round and round and round until she finally throws the reindeer for Ri-boy to catch, and that’s the end of that.
He likes to wear the sweater I gave him for Christmas. I think he knows he looks good in it. When it’s extra cold out and his dad isn’t here he wears it to bed like a nightshirt. I’ve been sleeping in the bed with him. When his dad’s here Riley and I sandwich him. When he isn’t, we sleep however we want.
Unike us, Riley likes to sleep in. Xena and I want our breakfast at 6:00 a.m on the dot, and then we go back to bed for our first morning nap. Lots of times Mom has to call Riley to come and eat before she goes down to her basement office at 9:00. If he won’t come, then he has to wait until lunchtime to eat.
Xena: Daddy, Mommy, Lucy’s sleeping with Riley.
Daddy: It’s OK, Little One. That means you get us and the bed all to yourself.
Xena: Oh. OK then, I won’t tell Achilles.
Lucy, ace reporter here on the groom beat.
First in the news today is Master Chief, a 5 1/2 year old yorkie poo. Chief’s last groom was here in May of last year. You’ve met Chief before; perhaps I should say before he looked like this!
His dad said they had a death in the family, from which they are just now recovering and catching up on some things. He asked for Chief to be shaved down. (That’s a grooming term.) We understand and are here to help. Chief is a nice dog who doesn’t want groomed. Even so, Mr. All Over the Table Wiggle Butt could not outwit Groomer Mom.
Chief got a football scarf to wear with his goofy smile. We think he feels lots better. His dad got some advice on weight control for Chief. He said he already switched Chief to a low-cal food, but will also start adding some green beans in place of some of the kibble.
Next up is a new-to-us Havanese (mix?) girl. Lilly lives in Cincinnati with her mom and dad. We also know them as “the in-laws.” Their daughter is married to our Episcopal priest, and they have a baby due on Easter! So Lilly has been here in Chattanooga with her pawrents a lot and not near her regular groomer. Mom failed to get a “before” picture, but believe me, Lilly was not in terrible shape. Although we aren’t sure she could see anything… Here’s her after picture.
Lilly is a very good girl and used to being groomed. Groomer Mom told Lilly’s mom to bring her back any time they’re in town.
That winds it up for this week’s edition of Grooming with Mom. Hope all your treats and grooms are good.
XOX from Lucy Ace Reporter
We have a new cousin. Her name is Jemma and she lives in Apple River, Illinois, way, way up north, almost to Wisconsin. Her pawrents are my Daddy’s sister Jen and his niece Josie. Jemma is a Border Collie mix.
Jemma is growing really, really fast. I think she was born last summer in July. We haven’t gotten to meet her yet since she is an eleven hour drive away from us. But, since she’s part of the family, I wanted to share the good news with all my friends.
Our Grandma loves to have Lucy to come visit and sleep with her. I’ve never been allowed to go. *pout* I have to stay home with Mommy while Daddy makes the long drive. But Jemma lives only a few minutes from Grandma’s, so Jemma fills up her love tank. In the last picture you can see how big Jemma has gotten. I hear rumours that me and Lucy are going to get to go visit them this summer. We sure hope so!
XOX from Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Hi everyone! Guess what I’ve been doing on the weekends…Freestyle training! I even got a new kennel to use when I’m at the Obedience Club of Chattanooga (OCC). I think Mommy laid it down on it’s side, he, he, but it still worked. Don’t I look pretty in purple?
Mommy said I get to stay in it for a while every time we are at training – and each time further away from her – so I don’t bark and carry on when we get to the Trial in May. Mmm hmm. sure Mommy, I’ll let you keep thinking that. Then surprise!
In our club there’s just me and Mommy and the little pug mix Nina and her Mom Julia. Julia is officially Mommy’s trainer. When she gets Mommy to do it right, everything works better…even me! This video is from the last time we were there rehearsing and learning better ways to do things. Please remember we are what’s called a work in progress. Heck, even the music is. Mommy edited the music and Daddy hasn’t gotten around to smoothing it out yet, so please don’t judge. I’ll have enough of that up in Cleveland, Ohio in May.
We hope you have a real good weekend with lots of together time.
Love and hops, Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Lucy, Ace Reporter here on the Groom Beat today.
We got another new pup in to groom. His name is Griffin and he’s a four-year-old shih tzu. The person who has been grooming Griffin since he was a pup has been closed because of that awful flu thing that ate up 2020. One of Groomer Mom’s long-time clients suggested he come here.
His Mom didn’t really want him shaved, but realized he was pretty matted, so go ahead if it was necessary. As you might have guessed, it was necessary. Once again, Groomer Mom forgot to get before pictures. But, unlike some pups that come here, you couldn’t really see how much he was matted. Let’s hop to the end of the story and get you a picture of a totally groomed Griffin.
Griffin is a lover and a hopper, and a wiggler and a fighter and was almost a biter. He’s complex. My peeps bro came downstairs and held him while Mom cut his back nails. We think he was throwing such a fit about it because one of his nails was almost grown into his skin. He started to act the same way when she began to get the hair out of his ears, and that’s when Groomer Mom “read him the riot act. *shudder* ” I sure hope she never gets in my face and says in her firmest voice that there is no reason for me to act like that and to be still and that she is in charge and that I will be still and behave. And do you understand?
Griffin understood and behaved until he didn’t. Then he got “read the riot act” Part Two. After that everything was fine and Groomer Mom got lots more kisses.
And Griffon’s Mom said he looked really cute, too!
Lucy, Ace Reporter, signing off with hopes that no one gets read the riot act this week.
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What happened to your story, Xena? You left everybody having a good time in Paris. Are they ever coming home?
Oh yeah, I forgot. But as you can see, I’m back home.
Xena, you were never…
Just go with it for once in your life, will ya’, Lucy? But just to make you happy, let’s find out how it all happened.
Xena’s Story: PART 5 CHAPTER 4
“Tell me again,” implored Lu, “how was it you lost your magic carpet and everyone still managed to get back home?”
“Well you see, it was like this,” answered Xe. “My magic carpet, the one with the great GPS system and deluxe pile – the one that Mommy bought me – it disappeared Halloween night. The only thing I could think of was that Vampire Angel Lexi took it. Maybe she became mortal for a while after scaring the bejeesus out of us and needed a ride back to the Bridge.”
“We were so scared that next morning that we didn’t even notice it was missing. We had planned to head home the next day. I was going to drop Tye and Missy off at their new home in Canada (the country) and then cross back through the states until I got home to Tennessee. I was concerned no one would be able to understand me with my new French accent, but I figured they would adapt.”
“Me and Tye and Missy were all packed and ready to go when we discovered the carpet was gone. So, of course I texted Mommy to tell her what happened and I would need money for the plane flight home since I couldn’t just go and buy another magic carpet here in France. She was not happy and told me I would have to work and save my money.”
“Gigi and I went to the restaurant where we had been working, and would you believe they had hired someone – a human person – to do our jobs. But, they said, the person didn’t get the dishes nearly as clean as we did, so we could have our jobs back. We told them we’d only accept our jobs back if they would hire Tye, too!”
“Seriously?!” Lu exclaimed.
“Yep,” answered Xe. “She needed air fare too, you know. Our great friend Gigi even said she would give us half her wages to help us get home. She was enjoying her dish licking, er, washing job so much, she didn’t care if she got the money or not. Sometimes we switched out and I got to wash the dishes.”
“So that explains why you missed Thanksgiving and Christmas with us,” mused Lu. “I really missed you, even if it meant I got all the special treats. It looks like you got a few treats of your own, though.”
“The job had perks. Anyhoo, we realized that no matter how much food we spilled and had to clean up and no matter how many dishes had to be ‘washed’ it was going to take us ’til this time next year to save enough for plane tickets. After all, we had our daily expenses, too.”
“Like what, Xe” asked Lu. “I’ve never had to pay expenses.”
“There was the room and board, for one,” replied Xe. “Then my hosts fell in love with me and wanted to adopt me.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Lu. “What about our Mom and Dad?”
“I figured Mommy and Daddy could be my American pawrents, and I could have a Maman and Papa in France. Anyhoo, when they told me that, I got so excited I wet the floor and yelled out, ‘lit et nourriture gratuits!’ That means free bed and food, for those of you Lucy who don’t speak French like me. At that, my almost Maman and Papa looked at each other and said maybe it wasn’t such a great idea after all.”
“So me and Tye, we figured we better find a second job. Gigi suggested we all go apply for work at Disneyland, Paris. Missy, being a mouse, was a shoe-in for Mickey. When no management was around, she would take off her beret and hold it out for folks to drop money in it. You wouldn’t believe how much she raked in every day like that, on top of her salary.”
“Did you know Tye can sing, Lu? She got a job as a character from Frozen. Man, can she meow out a song!”
“The crowds loved her and threw flowers and sardines to her at the end of every performance.”
“What about you, Xe? What job did you get at Disneyland Paris?”
“I got my dream job.”
“I was put in charge of the Character Dining Kitchen as Goofy!”
“Being Goofy was your dream job?”
“No, Lu. Being in charge of the kitchen! OMD, I could have done that forever! I had to taste everything that was made to be sure it was right. The customers kept giving me their scraps, and I learned to catch better. And you wouldn’t believe how much food those people left on their plates when they were done! OMD, OMD, OMD!”
“It must have been hard coming home after all that,” Lu said softly, hanging her head.
“Not at all,” said Xe. “I’m back with my sister, my best friend (besides Gigi and Tye.) Me and Mommy have to work hard to get ready for my Level 3 Freestyle Trial in the middle of May, but there’s still time for you and me to to do what we do best.”
“I love you Daddy. Did you miss me? I’m Goofy in the kitchen.”
“Yes my dear girl, you certainly are,” Daddy answered with a funny little smile. “It’s good to have you home.”
Lucy: First, the great news! None of the growths on Ella’s gums were malignant. Thank you all for your prayers, good thoughts and POTP’s.
Amy (aka The Mom) Recently I came across a video from when I drove three hours to south Georgia to pick out a puppy.
We lost Lexi September 4, 2016. A little over four months later on January 14, 2017 Lucy came into our lives. A few months later, after unsuccessfully trying to find her a home, I was still grieving hard for Lexi. Lucy was laying at my feet when I felt God say to me, “Look down, I gave you this dog.” I started to cry, and went into Jeff’s office to ask him if we could keep her. Without any hesitation he answered, “Yes, of course.” He was already in love with her. Lucy helped heal my heart and prepare the way for another schnauzer to come into our lives.
So, after failed attempts to adopt or rescue a schnauzer, on October 6, 2017, I found another reputable breeder. After my last groom on that Saturday I took off for Jackson, GA. A little boy and a little girl were presented. I wanted them both, but could only get one. The breeder only allowed one adoption at a time, and besides, that’s all the money I had. Of course, I chose Xena. To this day I think of the other one as “Oscar.” I guess that’s how one of our stuffie schnauzers got his name. Can you tell which three-month-old schnauzer I brought home?
Yes, it’s the little cookie monger who fell over trying to get more, the one with the pink collar.
Xena was scared in the kennel on the three hour drive back home, and had to have a bath before I brought her upstairs.
Lucy was very curious and immediately accepting of her new little sister. She was, and still is, the very best sister a little schnauzer could have.
We are joining Arty, Jakey, Rosy and Sunny of the LLB Gang with much thanks for hosting Nature Friday.
Monkey: Whew. I’m glad we made it up here before Riley got ahold of us. Did you see him take off with the new guy that Xena got for Christmas? I’m afraid he might look like this aloe plant that the Mom left outside in the cold too long. It’s a gonner.
Winter Bear: Yes, I did see Riley stick his big T-Rex head into the kennel and snatch the new guy, and it made me shake all over. Bear only knows what happened to him. I know I’m the Winter Bear, but I think I’ll go hibernate with the rest of the bears until Spring. Maybe it’ll be safer around here by then. Wait! Is that the new guy heading back into Xena’s kennel?
Monkey: Hey there, you, new kid on the block, er, in the house. I’m Monkey. What’s you’re name.
Triceratop: Hi Monkey. No one’s given me a name yet. Unless it’s That Thing, as in, “I hate That Thing.” And, “I don’t know what That Thing is, but it gives me the creeps. And, “Have you seen That Thing move all on it’s own?” Xena’s supposed to be my new dog, but she hates me. I’m afraid she’s going to feed me to that big T-Rex dog. He already got me once, but the Mom rescued me.
Monkey: I don’t understand why Xena would feel that way. But come in here with me and I’ll try to help if he comes back.
That Thing: I’m a hand puppet, and I think I moved in ways that might have scared her when I was trying to play, but she would never admit it, Warrior Princess that she is. She did chase and bite me when I tried to run away from her.
Xena: Hey, You Thing, why are you back. I thought Mommy put you somewhere safe (for us both).
The Thing: I want to be with you and be your friend, even if it means facing down the T-Rex Dog.
Xena: Huh. I think you might mean Riley. And you would risk certain death by him just to be my friend?
Lucy: Hey, whatch’all doin’?
Xena: I am Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess and NOBODY threatens my friends!
Hi, it’s me, Lucy, the birthday girl. I came to live with my Mom and Dad exactly four years ago today! Being a lady, I wouldn’t tell my age, but the vet thought I was one year old at the time. And in heat. (Oh wait, I didn’t mean to say that.) Anyhoo, this day was assigned as my birthday, too. So that means I am five years old now.
For my birthday, I asked that Ella my BFF be OK and not have the big C. We were friends at first sight, and love each other a lot.
It will probably be another week or more before we get the biopsy results.
In the meantime, Mom surprised me with some treats. This morning, I got some of my very favorite Healthfuls Chicken and Fruit Wraps.
They have real dried apple, kiwi and banana wrapped in a chicken filet, and it’s all natural and sized for a big girl like me. Xena didn’t get any. She might have gotten one of her treats from Christmas, though.
I got extra portions for supper, too. My bowl floweth over, BOL!
After supper me, Xena and Riley celebrated my birthday with Peanut Butter flavored Frosty Paws! (Sorry, no pictures available.)
So anyhoo, as great as my birthday was, I’ll let you know when my real wish comes true in a week or so.
Love and kisses, Lucy
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Lucy, Ace Reporter here, reporting on another spectacular groom done the weekend before Christmas. It has been said that a picture is worth a thousand words, so two pictures will suffice on Wordless Wednesday.
Thanks Lucy. Great job as always. This is Groomer Mom and I do want to say a little about this groom.
But Mom, this is Almost Wordless Wednesday, and I’ve already used up over two thousand words with the pictures!
It’s OK Lucy, dear. I think folks will make an exception.
Landry, along with his yorkie brother Dallas and his pomeranian sister Bonnie Blue were all here February of 2019. If you missed it, you are welcome to take a look here. They haven’t been groomed since. I started thinking about them, concerned for them, and even knowing what I was getting into, I contacted their mom. She told me that Dallas died of cancer in August, and his sister Bonnie Blue died of cancer the following month. But Landry sure could use a groom. Well, I knew what that meant, and what to expect, so I was prepared with a muzzle, kind words, and a bottle of CBD oil. His dad brought him, and told me he tried to give Landry a bath, but Landry bit him “pretty bad.” “He’s fast,” he said. With his dad’s permission, I squirted a half dropperful of CBD oil in his mouth. An hour had passed by the time he was mostly shaved and I had him in the tub. I decided to try it without a mask. Well, the CBD oil had kicked in, and Landry not only let me wash him all over, including his face three times, he also let me get the hair out of his ears and finish cutting his nails, all the time wagging his tail. Thanks, Monika, for a great product and a bite-free bath! You helped make Landry a happy boy. Landry’s dad agreed to start bringing him four times a year. I’ll have the CBD oil ready!
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