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.
Last Saturday I kept saying, “Come on, come on, let’s go! I’ll drive!”
Daddy said, “No, I’m here, little girl. You sit with your Mom and I’ll get you both there safe.” 
So Daddy drove up Lookout Mountain to Rocktoberfest at Rock City. On our way in, we passed by some pretty flowers, but we are going to save those pictures for Flower Friday. I also got to check out some pumpkins. I tried to carry it so Mommy could make us pumpkin pie, but she said it is easier to buy the kind growing in the can in the store.
So that I didn’t get scared by the band like last year when I was only 4 months old, we found a seat down below the pavilion. This year, it didn’t scare me at all!
Hey Mommy, where’s that polka music coming from? Can we go see? I think my Daddy’s up there. After we went to the pavilion and listened to the music for a while, we went ‘sploring. There are lots of trails and I found some interesting pee mail to read.
It felt chilly outside, so I wore my nice sweater from last year. I hear the styles haven’t changed much, but I’m still asking Santa to bring me some new clothes this Christmas.
We walked on trails that were up high. Did you know that when you are up high, the things below you look small? 
Mommy discovered that I’m not afraid of heights. In fact I jumped up on a great big rock and started to climb it before anyone could stop me. No wonder the place is called Rock City!
There was a steep drop off into a raving vine or something like that, so I turned around and went back to the trail. It was not because Mommy was coaxing me back to her. See, I’m not a-scared at all!
We walked around to where we could see a waterfall, as well as the people up even higher looking out over seven states. I said just get it over with and take me somewhere safer. Daddy said to cut off the top third of the picture to make it balance. Mommy said no way, she wants everyone to see all of it. You can see who won.
Then we went into these dark caverns. Soon, I came upon a gnome making moonshine. Can you see him back there behind me?
I found out that moonshine isn’t light from the moon. Noooo, it’s illegal whiskey, like what Daddy drinks, only his is legal. I don’t really understand the difference. But maybe that’s why the gnome is behind bars, right?
You still there, Mommy? It’s getting pretty dark in here.
Then things went from pretty dark to pretty purple.
There was sparkly, purple light coming from the rocks. I thought maybe it was fairy dust, especially since we had just met a great big fairy person. I looked up and just about jumped out of my skin! A real, live fairy person! The fairy was real sweet to me and we got to be friends right away. She and Mommy knew each other. Before she was a fairy, she was a Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Yep, that Angel Lexi thing again. We kept walking and finally came to the end of the cave (or light at the end of the tunnel?)
The danger – er, I mean fun – wasn’t over yet! Mommy insisted I take a selfie under a boulder (that’s a great big rock) that was balancing on another boulder. I said if I got smooshed, it would be all her fault.
I don’t look scared at all, do I?
We finally made it safe and sound back to the pavilion and my Daddy. 
Look, I even found my accordion from last year and couldn’t wait to play it. I hear that Lucy gets to go back this coming weekend, so maybe I can go again the last weekend of the month. We all love Rocktoberfest!
Xena Schnauzer Rocktoberfest Warrior Princess
Wow, did I ever have an exciting Sunday. Dad drove me and Mom way up to the top of a big mountain, and I was pretty nervous about the whole thing. My ears even popped! Once we got parked and out of the car, I knew it was going to be great. I could hear people, and what’s better than that?! If you remember, Xena got to go last year right after we adopted her, and she got wasted on beer float foam!
They didn’t have beer floats this year, so I didn’t get a chance to do that!
We walked to a covered place called a pavilion where the Wurstbraut band was waiting to play. It seemed like Mom and Dad know all of the musicians, and a lot of them came over to pet me. One – I think his name is Ray – let me kiss him on the lips and kept coming back to love on me some more. His wife – Carla – sat next to me and Mom, and I think she is the dog whisperer.
Every time I got a little nervous, I scooted between her legs and she helped me to calm down. I didn’t even mind sitting with her while Mom and Dad did the polka.
At first, the loud band really freaked me out, and Mom had to take me far, far away from all that racket. 
That was ok, ’cause there were lots of people walking around who wanted to pet me. I would look at everyone with my friendliest expression and wag my tail so hard that my whole body wagged. There were other dogs there, too. Some of them gave me a friend request, and I always answered with a yes!
Did you know that my Dad teaches polka? Oh yeah, he’s great at it. Everyone dances and laughs and I can tell they are happy.
I wanted to try to help teach like Angel Lexi used to do with the ballroom dancers, but I wasn’t allowed to. I still made friends with one of the students.
One lady even came out of the lesson just to meet me!
She pet me and we got to be friends.
Sunday is sometimes me and Xena’s day to not eat breakfast. Mom calls it fasting, but like Xena is quick to point out, there is nothing fast about those days! So, when Mom bought me my very own basket of Rocktoberfest sauerkraut to eat at lunchtime, she made me promise not to tell my sister. I convinced her to give me some of hers before I promised.
But wouldn’t you know, the first thing that little schnauzer did when I got home was smell my breath…and she knew! At least I didn’t break my promise, right?
By the end of the day I was so used to the band that I just chilled with the wonderful Carla. Finally, after an exciting day in the sun with tons of people loving me, it was time to go home. I was too exhausted to even get nervous on the ride back down the mountain. In fact, I went to bed right after supper. I hear Rocktoberfest is every weekend in October. I sure hope the folks take me back!
Love and wiggles, Lucy
Last week Mommy was cleaning out the garage and found a plastic file holder that she had squirreled away. (Squirreled away, he, he.) She couldn’t remember what was in it, so she took it upstairs to go through later. 
Yesterday was “later,” and she found all kinds of goodies. Before our Grandma went to heaven, she helped Mommy identify and label about 87 thousand ancient pictures. Then Mommy sorted them into deck aids. The first folder was labeled 1910. I thought that’s how many pictures were in there, but no, there was actually a year called that. 
The picture on the left was taken in 1908 and is Mommy’s aunt (her Mom’s sister). She helped raise Mommy, so they were very close. Mommy called her Nan-Nan and, later, Nan, and other people called her Anna May. The picture on the right is of Mommy’s Mom in 1918. Some people called her “Marion” and she loved Angel Lexi very much. I hope they found each other in heaven. There’s just one thing I don’t understand…how can babies be Mommy’s aunt and mom?
Don’t you think those files full of pictures would keep Mommy busy all afternoon, but no, there was a bonus prize. She found a large folder full of info and souvenirs from Angel Lexi’s first time as Toto in 2006. This was the best production, or so I am told, and it brought in 7,000 people over 6 weeks and 26 performances. This is where Angel Lexi won her Oscar Annie Award for Director’s Choice. 
Mommy also found the prompt sheets she made to use during the play that told her when to be on the right or left side of the of the stage and what to help Angel Lexi do.
She found something else in there, too, something I wish she had left there. 
Really, Mommy? You said it was a gift to Angel Lexi from a cast member, but her head was too big? 
Did you get your picture? Can I take it off now? I. Don’t. Like. Hats.
Hey Xena, whatcha’ got? Cool hat!
Oh, Mo-o-ommy, Lucy wants my hat. Tell her it’s mine and she can’t have it.
I am Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess with a Hat for the Star.
Xena: Mommy said I’m the flower of her eye.
Lucy: No, Xena, the saying is apple of her eye, and what she really said is to try harder to catch the pieces of apple she was throwing to you or you might get hit in the eye by a piece.
Xena: But it’s Flower Friday, so I must be the flower of her life!
Lucy: Whatever, Xe. I can never understand your reasoning. But you’re right about one thing… it is Flower Friday. The sun has been shining all week, and Mom took pictures of us on our walk.
On our way down the sidewalk next to the house, we detoured around the bush that Mom hasn’t been able to trim because Charlotte #3 made her web right in the front and won’t move. This large bush is called “Mom hates it ’cause she has to trim it while standing on a ladder.” 
After we got around the bush, we headed down the road in the sunshine, taking our shadows with us.
This is not our house or mailbox or address or flowers. Proof is that there are live flowers, BOL! We do not even know what kind of flowers these are, but they are pretty and still blooming in October. And you can see how bright the sun is by how I had to squint my eyes to try to look into the camera.
That’s all the flowers for today, but we hope to have more soon from Rocktoberfest that starts this weekend at Rock City! In the meantime, we want to thank Rosy from llbinourbackyard where you can join the blog hop or visit more nice blogs with anipals and flowers.
Xena: Mommy likes me better than those flowers, right, Lucy?
Lucy: Well, yes, and where are you headed with this?
Xena: I must be the flower of her likes!
I am Xena, Mommy’s favorite Schnauzer Warrior Princess Flower.
I’m itchy. I’m licking and biting and scratching my face and my feet and my legs and well, everywhere. Mommy says it’s seasonal allergies. I say it’s super poopy (thanks, Noodle, for teaching me that.)
If I went to the nice lady vet and got an allergy shot, I wouldn’t be itchy anymore. But that’s how Mommy’s first schnauzer, Freda, got Cushing’s disease – from another vet where Mommy doesn’t go anymore. So no allergy shots for me!
I’ve found the best remedy is to curl up in Mommy’s arm and let her scritch all the itchy places. She’s real good at that and is careful to not hurt my skin.
Mommy is working on natural ways of helping me. She reads a lot and has ordered some special powders and oil and gives me yummy food that is supposed to help build up my I’m a moon system, at least the part of my moon system that deals with allergies. Here’s some of the stuff she gives me. 
The Krill oil is good because it doesn’t have any bad mercury in it like a lot of fish, and it’s in a vacuum bottle so it doesn’t spoil. I love my kefir, too. It is full of problematics, er, probies, or something like that, and Mommy mixes my new powdered colostrum into it. The information about my colostrum says, “FACT: Research has identified an ingredient called proline-rich polypeptide (PRP) as one of the main components of colostrum responsible for eliminating or improving the symptoms of allergies. It’s also thought to be useful for other autoimmune conditions. PRP is reported to stimulate an under-active immune system into dealing with disease-causing organisms and it can also suppress an overactive system that results from autoimmune disorders and allergic reactions.”
Anyhoo, I also get Seasonal Support sprinkled on my food. Mommy said to follow the link to find out all the good stuff in it, like stinging nettle, bee pollen, cat’s claw and herbs and more. It tells more about how it helps, too.
There is stuff in apples and bananas that is supposed to help get rid of the itchies, too. We only get organic apples, ’cause they have now replaced strawberries as the fruit with the most pesticides. Pesticides are icky. Mommy cuts the fruit into pieces and throws them at to me and Lucy to catch. It’s fun to play a game while eating.
Sometimes, when the itching got too bad, I was taking a benny pill, too. But we’re trying not to do that, ’cause it can mess up all the stuff we’re trying to make healthy. We learned that if we just cover up the problem with drugs, it will come back even worse next time.
Oh, wait! Did I tell you that Mommy is making us sauerkraut now, too? Me and Lucy love, love, love it. The kit let Mommy make two big wide-mouth jars of sauerkraut at a time. Then Daddy started scarfing it up, so she had to order another kit so she could have three fur-men-ting plus the one that we are all eating. It takes at least three weeks for the fur men to finish their work, but four weeks is better. It’s supposed to be full of probies, too. I love probies and fur men.
I just got sprayed with sea salt mixed into organic apple cider vinegar. I feel better already, and am ready to take a nap in Mommy’s arm. I hope the itchy season is over soon.
I am Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess with the Itchies
Hi Friends, and welcome to another episode of Grooming with Mom. Our pup this week is a 10-week-old cockapoo and this was his first groom. Here is Benny after his bath. 
He’s just a baby, and he got scared, so Mom brought in the big dog to help calm him (me). I was real sweet and told him everything would be ok, and that I would be laying on the floor right next to the table in case he needed anything. That did seem to help a lot. Benny’s granddad brought a picture that Benny’s Mom sent for how she wanted him groomed. 
NOTE: This is NOT Benny. This is an actor.
The clippers on his face terrified him, so Mom made the executive decision that she wasn’t going to do that. Here is Benny all groomed, sorta’like the picture.
His ears are crazy fuzzy ’cause the hair is still growing in on them. Mom isn’t super happy with the results. Benny didn’t care. He was so exhausted that he laid down on the table and fell asleep while he waited for his peeps to come get him. I stayed there as I promised until the car pulled into the drive, then I went upstairs to check on Xena.
This is Lucy, Ace Reporter on the Groom Beat
Xena: Lucy! What are you doing down there?
Lucy: Uh, I was just playing with Monkey. He’s nice and I like him.
Xena: No! He’s my monkey and I didn’t say you could play with him.
Take your paws off him. I still remember what you and Riley did to Raccoon.
You can’t get away from me, Lucy. You must be punished.
Lucy: Where did you hear about being punished, Xe. Mom and Dad don’t say or do that. I would be afraid of them if they did. And I’m not. 
Xena: On that Netflix TV place that we watch with Mom. The one that always starts out with that loud “DuDum!” sound.
OK, now play dead and I might let you go. Good. And remember, my monkey.
Don’t worry, Monkey, I’ll take care of you.
I am Xena the Protective Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Today Blogville comes together to honor Diva Madi, a favorite across all species. A large soul in a petite body, she brought so many together with love and frolics. We didn’t know you long, dear girl, but are honored to have had the chance to visit back and forth with you in our blogs and comments. In your honor…
In your honor, Madi, I am taking a nap in my red chair with my red blankie. Your BFF, Xena the Schnauzer Warrior Princess
This is from a couple of years ago when Riley was still my boyfriend and living with us. We were “boxing.” Please notice I am wearing my red collar (this was before I ran away from home and lost my collar.)
This box is for you, Diva Madi. Your BFF, Lucy
Since mean old WordPress won’t let us join the blog hop, please visit Madi’s blog to visit with her Mom and everyone else honoring her.
Xena: How could she do this? How could Mommy go away and leave me all alone all day and all night and all day again when I am in this condition?
Lucy: You aren’t alone, Xexe. I’m here and Dad’s here with you. And you’re not in a “condition.” You’re just having your big girl time. Stop being such a baby.
Xena: I’m NOT a baby. I’m a big girl. And it’s just not the same with Mommy gone. She knows I feel miserable and she deserted us. I need baby-held.
Lucy: I saw Dad baby-hold you like Mom showed him to do. And like I said…oh forget it. Mom went to Nashville to spend time with her BFF from PA. Come look at the pictures she sent. First they went to a Greek restaurant called Taziki’s, then to an art museum in Centennial Park called the Parthenon, just like in Greece. 
It was only $4 to go inside to see the pretty pictures because they got the “senior” discount, BOL! On the second floor they even got to visit the Goddess Athena.
Xena: Is that a snake next to her?!
Lucy: Good eye, Xena. In folklore snakes are usually depicted to be cunning creatures and, among other things, Athena was the goddess of intelligent activity and battle strategy. You might take some lessons from her.
Xena: Phthh
Lucy: Saturday night Mom and her friend went downtown to Music Row on Broadway Street. Mom wrote that the crowds on the sidewalks were so thick that you could hardly walk. There were street musicians and performers everywhere. They went into a restaurant called Jimmy Buffets Margaritaville for supper and entertainment…and, of course, margarita’s. Her friend even treated her to dinner for her birthday.
Xena: Was Ruby the Airedale there? I hear it’s Margaritaville wherever she goes. If Ruby was there, why didn’t Mommy take me?
Lucy: Umm, I don’t think so, Xe.
On Sunday they went to the Opry Mills Mall. There was a new restaurant called the Aquarium that had a huge fish tank wrapped all around the inside of the restaurant.
There was even a diver cleaning it like Mom cleans the house.
Xena: I wish she was here cleaning the house now. And holding me.
Lucy: Dad already cleaned the house as a birthday surprise for Mom. And she can’t hold you while she cleans, Xexe, you know that. Back to what I was saying. Hmm, where was I? Oh yes, restaurants. They didn’t eat there, ’cause Mom wanted her PA friend to experience real southern pulled pork with all the trimmings. So they walked through the mall to a real Southern BBQ joint and chowed down.
Xena: Now I’m hungry. When are we going to eat?
Lucy: Dad already gave us our supper. And it was more than even Mom gives us.
Xena: Yeah, well, I just hope she comes home soon. 
Lucy: She will be home soon, little sister. I can’t wait for her to open the card we got her:
Like I said, Dad’s fed us our supper and I am just going to take a little nap and wait.
This is Lucy and Xena waiting for the deserter Mom.
PeeS: I’m thinkin’ about getting me a snake so I can be just like Athena. ~Xena Schnauzer Goddess Princess
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike
OK Xena, your turn. I’ve even got a map here for us to hunt for treasure later.
What is happening? Why is this weird bird here and why am I wearing a hat. Is this a joke?
Pirate Pete: No, matey, t’is no joke. I am Pirate Pete, and this is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Talk like a Pirate or walk the plank.
Grrrrrrr.
Great first try, me fine lassie. Try again.
B-argh-k!!
That be it, sweet Xena girl. All together now:
Yo ho ho an’ a bottle a’ rum!
Presented to you by Lucy the Pirate Dog, Xena the Pirate Warrior Princess and Pirate Pete
Mommy decided I needed more “socializing,’ so she took me to run errands with her. First stop was to pick up her car at the body shop, where it had been repaired from her running into the corner of the garage with it. From there we went to the Home Depot store. Mommy asked me to sit pretty while she took my picture.
So, I was sitting there, wishing she would hurry up, when suddenly, outof the corner of my eye, I saw…
MONSTERS behind me!
I insisted we go get what we came for and get the heck out of there.
Please Mommy, enough of the picture-taking. 
I think I hear them coming!
I am Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess who doesn’t want to fight monsters.
Overnight, my big girl time came to visit. I got some yicky blood on Mommy’s bed sheets, but she’s not mad. She said everything comes out in the wash. I feel all “off” today. I thought it might make me feel better to hug my blankie for a while.
It did help a little bit. For a little while.
I don’t have to wear my big girl panties when I go outside, so Lucy went out with me in the dog lot until it got too hot.
Then, when we came back in and the panties got put back on me, I felt embarrassed and I hid under the pillow in my kennel. 
Oh, that’s where my blue bone went!
Toward the middle of the afternoon, I fell into despair.
Isn’t this ever going to end?
Finally, I asked Mommy to baby hold me. I’m so glad she was home with me today.
She held me and loved on me every time I asked for the rest of the day. Those were the best parts of the day – other than food time. Oh, and our walk was good, too. I sure hope this is all over by tomorrow.
For now, I am going to just make a pillow sandwich with me in the middle and try to sleep this whole thing off. 
Mommy changed me into clean panties. You might have noticed these are the green ones. The blue ones are now in the wash, along with my Warrior Cape.
Goodnight, everyone. I am Xena the Schnauzer wearing my Big Girl Panties.
Xena’s Mom here with a word about why Xena is not yet spayed. I know this can be a rather hot topic. It is not because we are being irresponsible or that we are going to breed her. It is for her future health. Both her breeder and her vet recommend at least 2 to 3 estrus cycles before spaying. When the time comes, I will be exploring the option of a partial hysterectomy, leaving her ovaries intact to continue to give her the hormones that help her body in so many ways. I urge you to go here to read about the newest findings of early spays/neuters.
Lucy: This is our first time to join in the Flower Friday blog hop. First, we want to thank Rosy from LLB in Our Back Yard for hosting it.
We went on a walk with Mom around the neighborhood. Mom thinks these are called knock-out roses in one of our neighbor’s yard. Whatever they’re called, this one’s for you, Rosy!
After reading all the pee mail and leaving some, too, we went home and ran, ran, ran in the front yard. The grass is long and still wet from the dew and high humidity, so Xena’s legs got soaked.
Xena: So why wouldn’t you come pose in front of the pansies, Luce the Deuce? Here I was, looking my worst wit the sun in my eyes and my tongue hanging out and I still did what Mommy asked.
Did you know that pansies are a winter flower in Tennessee? Unless, of course, it gets super cold, then they die. 😦 We love their pretty faces. Mommy got 3 pansies for two dollars when we went to the Home Depot. But that’s a story for another day. I’m panting hot and all wet from run, run, running with Lucy in the front yard.
Thanks for letting us join in Flower Friday!
Lucy the Deucy and Xena Schnauzer Princess Warrior
Pee S: Mommy can never get the blog hop stuff to work, so be sure to go over to Rosy’s blog (the link is at the top of my our post) and visit with everyone.
Hi friends, and welcome to today’s edition of Grooming with Mom. Today I want to introduce Max the bishon frise. Here’ an article on the breed’s history, for anyone interested. Mom met Max’s dad at our yard sale last weekend. The last time Max was groomed, the Not-So-Smart-Pet Place shaved his tail without asking his dad. They said it was matted. Mom grimaced when she heard that, and handed the man her grooming card.
Mom forgot to take a “before” picture, so here are two “after” pics. Mom spent the first 40 minutes of this groom working mats out of Max’s ears, and from under his ears and his head. I guess she could have just shaved them *shrug* but she’s smarter than that. She just did the work and charged more, BOL! His dad didn’t mind paying more, and even gave her a tip. It’s going to take time to grow out his face and tail to how they should look, but he’s only 8 years old…there’s time.
Thanks for joining us for another issue of Grooming with Mom. Wags and wiggles, Lucy
You groomed my dog how?!
Lucy: Mom went to the grocery and bought us watermelon. 
Xena: We were hoping real hard it was for us, cause it looked sooooo gooooood!!!
Lucy: We got to play catch. I am a very experienced catcher.
Xena is still learning, so I got to eat what she missed.
Xena: But Mommy kept throwing watermelon at, er, to me, and eventually I caught some.
Lucy: I mostly caught, but once in a while Mom didn’t make a good throw, so Xena got to eat that. We had so much fun, and Mom laughed and laughed while she stuffed her face ate some watermelon too while throwing it at to us..
Xena: After we were all done making a mess catching and eating watermelon Mommy had to get out a bucket and mop the floor, but she said it was worth it. Then she had her “special” watermelon treat. We didn’t get any.
Lucy and Xena: It’s still summer as long as there is watermelon!
Lucy: Hi Friends. Since I am the official reporter on the grooming beat, I get to go first. Some of you might remember Laila and Louie. I reported on their grooms and Laila’s pregnancy. Her Mama sent us a pretty picture of all the puppies. 
Why so many? Because she has had two litters. The one in the top left corner is called Cow Puppy, he, he. The only one to look like his daddy is the second one on the bottom row. And you will never guess…Laila is in a delicate condition again, due on September 15. Her Mama said it happened while she was on vacation and didn’t know what was going on. My Mom suggested she get Louie “fixed” right now before this third litter of puppies are even born. I sure wouldn’t want to have that many kids! Thankfully, they did all get good homes. 
This is Louie and Laila after they got home from being groomed last weekend. Mom hates Laila’s haircut, but it’s how her Mama wants her done.
Xena: My turn, Lucy Goosey. I want to tell everyone how I finished up my Agility Won training and I was sooo good that I passed without even going to the last class. 
I wanted to go, but see, here’s what happened. Me and Lucy went to the dog park on Monday morning and that’s when Mommy stuck her hand in the poop bag container and got stung and her hand swelled up like a balloon and she had to take bennies and she couldn’t drive. So she called Miss Nancy who is my teacher and Miss Nancy loves me and said she already knew that I’m ready to move on to the next level so she would still give us my graduation certificate the next time she saw us. I still wish we could have gone to class…it is sooo much fun!
Lucy: Umm, I still have some groom client updates to do, Xena, then you can tell more stuff. You might remember Maggie. We had asked for POTP for her Mama who was having surgery for breast cancer. Wonderful news! Her Mama did great and doesn’t even have to have poison to finish up. (I think it is called keemo.) Mom groomed Maggie last Saturday while our peeps brother Adam ran the yard sale. I offered to help, but he said he had it. OK, Xena, you can finish up, but don’t write a novel.
Xena: All right Luce the Sweet Goose. Here’s what I’ve got. Check it out.
Daddy’s been working on a dead lion for his job. I don’t understand how he can work two weeks of hours when only one week has gone by, but that’s what did, and he’s not done yet. Daddy’s gotten to bed very late every night, so Lucy and I keep his spot warm. You can see that Mommy covers the bed with a sheet because of all the nasty dog fur from Lucy. It gets on everything, even me. It goes down my throat and makes me gag, too. So that’s Lucy keeping the middle of the bed warm, and Mommy keeping her side warm, and me warming Daddy’s pillow so I don’t have to lay in all the nasty dog fur. Us schnauzers have hair, not nasty fur, you know. I just learned this from Angel Lexi – she was close by all day on Tuesday because it was her two year angel-versary. Then she had to go back to do stuff for the Big Guy and play with Spike the Unicorn, as well as Dorothy and the Lion and the Scarecrow and all her other friends. Lucy’s doing that cut her throat sign with her paw again, which means I’m going into novel mode again.
Love and barks and wiggles from Lucy Goosey and Xena Princess Schnauzer Warrior
Hi there! Lucy here with another episode of grooming with Mom. Today we feature Sophie, the 11-year-old salt-and-pepper Miniature Schnauzer, and her brother Dexter, the 4-year-old white miniature schnauzer. They are both bigger than Xena; Mom says they are the same size as Angel Lexi. They are good pups, except when it comes to shaving around Dexter’s nards. Dad had to hold him for that, while reassuring him that his prized possessions would still be there when Mom got done, BOL!
Ladies first, so here’s Sophie “before”
and “after.”.Sophie thanked Mom with nose kisses.
Mom thought it would be fun to show a “halfies” with Dexter. 
Cray-cray, right? Here he is all groomed and bathed. 
Dexter had to check to be sure no parts were missing.
Lucy signing off until next time. Love and wiggles (but not on the grooming table)
Friday I was the official garage sale pup. Since my dear friend Mr. Purrince Henry taught me how to count, I was able to help Mommy know what number to put on the stickers with that funny $ in front of them. 
The first thing to sell 87 minutes before the sale even opened was Santa Claus. 
Nothing else in this picture sold at all today, but lots of other stuff we don’t have pictures for did. I laid sweetly in Mommy’s lap and let everyone pet me. I was what is called the PR Dog. I even helped Mommy get a new dog to groom, a Bishon Frise. The nice man is going to make an appointment because the last place he took Max – Max is his dog’s name – they cut all the hair off his tail. I don’t see the problem, but if it gets Mommy a new dog to groom, that’s good.
I got rewarded with blueberries. When Mommy closed the box, I pushed it all over the driveway, but couldn’t get it opened. 
Mommy said I had to do a little more work for pay, so we worked on my newest Agility Won exercises. I had to sit still and not get up or scoot while Mommy walked away from me (with the blueberries), then walked back right past me, circling around my tail end, and then around to my front. I moved my head to follow her, but that’s all, just like I was supposed to do. Mommy said I was a very good girl and I got more blueberries. Not too many, though, ’cause too many gives me the squirts…blue squirts.
There was so much stuff left that we are going to do it all again Saturday. My peeps brother Adam is going to help while Mommy grooms three dogs.
That reminds me, but I am going to whisper so Mommy doesn’t hear me telling you. Last Sunday she was sitting in the window chair in the front room and started feeling something stinging her back. It got her really good, and around on her belly too. When she lifted her shirt, a fire ant dropped, and she thought it fell into her pants. So right there she stripped off all… oh never mind, Lucy is making the cut motion with her paw. Anyhow, Slider and Peyton came to get groomed, and even though the bites were swollen up like lakes, she went downstairs to groom them. Pretty soon she used her phone to call Daddy who was upstairs and told him she needed benadryl right away, and being a good Daddy he put down his work and brought her some. A little while later, after Slider had his bath and she had cut Peyton’s nails, she lifted Peyton off the table and Mommy laid down on the floor because she was starting to faint. She managed to get Daddy on the phone again, and he came down and took her to the medi-clinic place. (Side note: Mommy managed to call the pups’ Mom and left the door unlocked so she could come get them.) She was able to get up and get in the car and laid the seat back. Gross alert! She was mostly almost-fainted on the way there, even when she started to throw up. Since she was laying back and almost fainted, she also mostly missed the bag, and there was a big puddle in her lap. Now here is the My Daddy is a Hero part. He didn’t faint and he didn’t puke. Instead, he got her to the doctor’s. In the parking lot he took off his shirt, pulled an old pair of his jeans from the trunk, and helped her get changed into his clothes in the car so she could go into the doctor place – looking like a homeless person. Then he drove home and got dressed and brought Mommy clothes to change into. Don’t I have the bestest Daddy is the whole world? Oh yeah, Lucy said I should tell you Mommy was fine after that. She was feeling so much better that she said her usual No! when the doctor tried to give her prednisone, he, he. So anyhow, Slider and Peyton are coming back tomorrow to get groomed.
OK, OK, I know this is getting long and there’s no pictures, so you can stop reading if you want, but I have more to whisper to you. Two days later Mommy took us back to the dog park. She was loading the poop bag dispenser with plastic bags from home when something bit or stung the top of her hand. At first it hurt a lot and then redness started spreading all over her hand and wrist. She still stayed and let us play – which wasn’t as much fun ’cause there were hardly any other dogs there – and took another bennie when we got home. Whoops, Lucy said I should say benadryl so you don’t think Mommy is a drug addict or something like that. Anyhow, within a couple of hours, her hand and wrist were swollen up like a fat glove. You couldn’t even see any of the wrinkle in it. Shhh, don’t tell her I said that! She couldn’t even make a fist or hold onto stuff. The next day the redness had creeped up her arm, so she made the decision to go back to the same medi place. This time she accepted a shot of steroids in one hip and a shot of antie biotics in the other hip ’cause the doc said she had both inflammation and infection. It took until Friday for her hand to look normal again, and she is taking antie biotics and preds and probiotics and eating lots of yummy yogurt, even though nothing tastes good now. She’s not sleeping much but she is peeing a lot and hungry all the time. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t like the medicine. Although I am hungry all the time without any medicine. Lucy just mentioned that this is turning into a novel, so I should say goodbye now.
Oh, and could you please just say something in the comments about me helping with the yard sale and not this part about Mommy ’cause I don’t want her to know I told you. ‘K?
Xena the Garage Selling Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Friday Food for Thought:
Less than a week after a jury found Monsanto liable in a $289 million-dollar-cancer verdict, independent lab tests commissioned by the Environmental Working Group (EWG) report large doses of glyphosate in cereal for kids (and that us adults eat too), oat bars and other oat-based products.
You can read the full article here.
Be safe, be well. Love from Lucy, Xena and Mom Amy
From puppy hood
to adult hood,
Lexi’s gifts and joy of life shone through.
She could separate the different roles in her life to behave accordingly. She loved to bring smiles to people of all ages. On stage, which was her favorite place to be,
and at the children’s hospital, her second favorite place.
And sometimes it was just dance time.
We love you always, my precious girl, and honor you for fulfilling your mission in life: to bring joy to others.
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