Xena Does Rocktoberfest

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!

33 thoughts on “Xena Does Rocktoberfest

  1. Cheese and beer??!!!! OH YES! Sign me up!!!! I thinks I even saw Ma droolin’ over that last shot! Sounds like both you and Lucy were big hits at the Rocktoberfest Xena! (sorry,had to lets that particular kitteh outta the bag….I’m sure you would have found out sooner or laters!)
    What a fun time!
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥
    pees: that Rocky dude is creepy….good thingie you let him knows! hehehee

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  2. Oh sweet Girl, what a trip you had and i am sure it made up for a day in jail by yourself. what a great day you had… i am so glad you danced with your daddy because now i know what size you are. i thought you were much bigger, dancing with daddy gave me a whole new perspective…

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    1. Hi Miss Sandra! I am 14 inches tall and 14 inches long from my shoulders to where my tail starts. And I am 15 whole pounds and pounds and pounds. But I try to make myself bigger when I play with Lucy, so that’s why you thought I am bigger. Xox Xena

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