I know everyone has been waiting to find out how my weekend went after all the build-up. On Friday I discovered that the air vent under my kitchen chair tastes really good.
It did rain on Saturday, so we slept in before going to my Auntie Jen’s to visit and help with the yard sale which was now a garage sale. Mom sold enough to cover the gas there and home, but that was all. The day was more about visiting with good friends. I was happy to see my schnauzer cousin Piper, my enthusiasm only dampened when we all got left while Mom and Auntie Jen went wedding dress shopping. Piper is going to have a new Daddy. I tried to tell him how great that is, but he insisted he already loved his Daddy-to-be and didn’t need to be told. I hate it when Piper acts like he knows as much as me.
Mommy couldn’t talk Dad out of helping with the preparations at church on Sunday, but they compromised. The Boy stayed overnight with us, and me and him and Mom met Dad down at the church so we could all go to Rocktoberfest together.
See Dad holding me? He used me for a prop during his first announcements. I get no respect. Hey, maybe this will be the picture for the billboards next year! The weather was perfect – no rain and temperatures in the high sixties and low seventies. I walked the trails and read everybody’s stories. We went really slow so that I didn’t have to miss much. Back at the pavilion I barked at Mom until she picked me up and danced with me. I love to dance, even if it is with Mom holding me in her arms. Lots of people spoke to me and pet me. I was very popular. I decided I didn’t want any beer today, but cleaned up all the food that got dropped on the floor and in the grass and bushes. I got a bit bored toward the end of the day so I decided to sing from the sidelines with the band. I would have joined them up front, except Mom had a good hold on my leash. When the song was done the band members tipped their hats and thanked me for the solo.
Because I had done such a good job singing, several children came over to pet me. One boy who was maybe seven or eight years old seemed hesitant to touch me. So what did I do? I climbed in his lap, pushed him over onto his back and stood on him. When he rolled to the side I climbed back on him. Then he rolled to the other side and I did the same thing. He was smiling and started laughing because he figured out I was playing a game with him. He was no longer afraid. Mission accomplished.
Yep it was a great end to a good day and a fun weekend. Tomorrow I am going to work with Mommy to the church on the hill. After that we are going to a different vet for a consultation. This vet practice does something called holistic medicine, stuff like cold laser therapy and acupuncture. I would be up for a nice massage…
It’s been a busy weekend and I am ready for my night-night treat and bed. Sweet dreams to all.
I guess it did sweetie 🙂 xx
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Thanks Fozziemum. My therapy side kicked in, I guess.
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Not nearly as much floor food as you would think. And I had to strain so hard on the leash to get under the table, under people’s feet, it was almost not worth it. Almost.
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So true. He just scooped me up and held me in front of everyone while he talked about the German dog coming up the mountain all the way from Chattanooga…I had no say in the matter, which, come to think of it, is what most of my life is like….
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Lexi great work..edpecially teaching a little boy to not fear dogs..that one thing may make a difference to another doggie one day…bravo..and love the pics 😉 loves Fozziemum xxx
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What great times! A party like that must’ve had a LOT of floor food. That’s the best.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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What a weekend, Lexi! You haven’t seen Piper for quite awhile. It must have been fun until he decided to cut your wise advice off…like he could ever know as much as you. Really some dogs….it makes ya wonder.
Hugs,
Shoko
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Used as a prop? Nope, not us. If you asked us to cooperate nicely…
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