I am very thankful that Chia has brought out the playful puppy in our 11-year-old senior citizen, Riley. With no more pain in his ears, his eye ordeal over and won, a big change in his diet (Healthy Kitchen Human Grade dog food), a regular routine, his own pack, and a one-year-old pup who wants him to play, he is so much healthier and happier. We love our big sweet boy.
Daddy, thank you for sitting here on the arm of the couch so I have something to lean my back against. It’s mighty comfy here on my princess couch pillow.
Look at those two slackers. You’d think it was bedtime.
Well, I’m thankful for my sister Lucy and for Riley, too.
*yawn* Maybe it is bedtime. I’m thankful for my soft couch pillow and for my soft big bed I share wih you and Mommy.
Chia: Get outa the way, sister. I want that spot with my Dad. Move!
Xena: I can’t wait until that pup goes to the Manners Matter class with Mommy. She’ll probably have to take it about 87 times. Daddy, go ahead and put that long mess in my kennel for the night and I’ll meet you in the bedroom with Mommy.
Hi! Hi! Hi! I’m Chia!! And I get to write in the blog today. Woohoo! Every time I crawl in Mom’s lap and she has this puter thing there, I try to type on it. I use my paws and my nose and I know I could do it by myself if I just had half a chance. Phooey. But I’m here to be thankful today, and I am! I am thankful for my big sissie Lucy!!
Lucy plays with me and she lays with me and she tells me I am her own, woo, woo, woo…well, maybe not that last coupla parts. OK, here’s some pictures to prove it’s true.
I lay real close to Lucy in the big bed unless, of course, I have burrowed under the covers.
I’ve learned to lay on the pillow like a princess from my other, mean sister, Xena. (She chews bones I should have and won’t back down to me.) It’s best to lay like this when I have a pillow under me and Lucy to lean against.
Sometimes the pillow gets knocked on the floor and Lucy lays at that end of the couch. That’s when I just curl up with her like this. She makes a pretty good pillow, and I can even hear her heart beating. Or is that her tummy making noises?
Anhoo, I think I could write the Thankful Thursday every week!!
First, I’m thankful I got Thankful Thursday instead of Lucy, BOL!
I am thankful for my chew bones. They’re best when they still have meat and marrow on them, but they’re still fun to chew on when they are bare, too.
There’s lots of these laying under the furniture and under the couch cushions and out on the porch. Sometimes I let Riley or Lucy chew on them, too.
I’m also very, very thankful for my Daddy.
Daddy gives me my pre-made by Mommy breakfast every morning. He holds me when I demand ask him to. And he calls me The Little One and Little Girl. He loves me a lot.
Did you see the new purple collar on me in that last picture? It’s a special collar that is made to work with my body to repel ticks and fleas for four months without the use of any harmful chemicals. We’re still waiting to see if it works.
Lucy: I just want to say…
Xena: Lucy, no! It’s supposed to be my Thankful Thursday!
Lucy: I just want to say I am very Thankful for a wonderful little sister named Xena.
Xena: Oh, uh, OK. We can leave that in. Uh, thanks, Lucy. I love you too.
This is Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess thankful for my sister Lucy who loves me.
Xena: Today we are thankful for some of our favorite things. I’ll go first. I’m thankful every time Mommy fills my food bowl. I have the self discipline to wait and not dive into it until she says, “Free!” Otherwise, I lose my supper for at least 87 seconds, and that’s a terrible thing to do to a starving schnauzer!
Do you want to know what all I got this time? Green tripe, chickie paw, spinach, saurkraut, orange bell pepper and blueberries! Those are all some of my favorite things!
Lucy: I have a lot to be thankful for too.
I love my friends and am so thankful for them.
From the left, that is my boyfriend Achilles, my BFF Ella and my house buddy Riley.
Riley: I love my reindeer.
I am thankful Miss Amy gave him to me for Christmas.
These are all just a few of our favorite things!
XOX from Xena, Lucy and Riley
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings, When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad
Shania: I saw you sitting up here on Mommy Amy’s desk and I’ve come to find out who and what you are. I’ve never seen you here before. Are you friend or foe? Where’d you come from?
I’m Lambie. I come from God.
OK, seriously, who are you?
I’m Lambie. Back a couple of years ago there was a terrible shooting at the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh, PA. A Christian church was right next to B’nai Zion Synagogue where Miss Amy works. The synagogue building is no longer usable, which is why Miss Amy has been working from home for over a year. After the shooting, but before the shul became too unsafe to work or worship in, the children at the church gave me to B’nai Zion. It was their way of reaching out in love to to say how sorry that happened to the folks up in Pennsylvania. The little ones held me and prayed over me first. They wanted everyone who encountered me to feel God’s love.
Then why haven’t I seen you here before? The office was here in our house for a long time before even I came.
The office was just recently moved upstairs. Before that, I sat up on the top of a book shelf…way up where no one saw me. Now you see me, and I hope you feel loved, too.
You know, I do, Lambie. I’m glad you’re here. Maybe you can help us with the Riley problem. He wants to rip out our guts. Maybe you can help us by helping him with his anger issues. Xena! Come meet Lambie! Lambie, why don’t you go wait in the red chair for Xena. It’s more comfy there.
Xena: Who are you and how’d you get in my house?
*sigh* Here we go again. Miss Xena, read the message I carry with me. I think that will explain everything.
Oh my goodness! I am blessed. It worked!
I know, Miss Xena, that you worked with your Mommy when the office was downstairs. I used to watch you from up high. Sometimes some of your stuffies came with you. You were always kind to them. I know you’re the one in charge around here. I’m very pleased to be here with you.
You, you watched me from up high?! You’re a lamb, and you came from up high… *thinking* You just wait right here, Lambie, and I’ll go get you some clover or whatever you want. We’re going to be great friends.
Hi there friends. I wanna start by saying sometimes it may seem to you like I’m just a needy, snarky little schnauzer. OK, so sometimes I am. I can give that snarky “look” with the best of them. And I can be relentless in jumping up and down on my hind legs for what seems like the zillionth time in a day for Mommy or Daddy to pick me up and “baby hold” me (or to let me see what’s on the table or counter top or cooking on the stove).
But none of that stops me from being really thankful for what a great life I have. For instance, I am super-duper, over-the-moon thankful that big ol’ Riley hasn’t bitten my head off. I know he could, and I know he would like to sometimes, but he respects the rules, and one of them is No Biting off the Schnauzer’s Head.
This is one of our rare sniff and touch nose moments. That’s Lucy in the background wanting us to quit bonding and play with her.
This next picture is of me as a puppy, wearing that gawd-awful red plaid whatever-you-call-it.
I saw Mommy put it up for sale on the Nextdoor app. I am so very thankful that 1. It doesn’t fit me anymore, and 2. Mommy’g getting rid of it. No one’s bought it yet, and I can understand why. But it is still out of my life forever.
I am thankful for my very best friend, my sister Lucy. She’s the best sister in the whole world. She understands me, and that takes a lot for a bully breed to understand a terrier breed. But she’s super good at it and never ever gets mad at me for acting like, well, acting like a little sister, I guess. She plays with me and hangs out with me and eats and barks and runs with me, and all that good stuff. We get a bit jealous of each other once in a while, but our folks always make sure we both get lots of attention and the same amount of treats.
I’m thankful for a lot of other stuff too, but I think this is enough for today. There will be more Thankful Thursdays…
Hello friends. Lucy, Ace Reporter here today to report on another fantastic groom. It all started at a party…a Super Bowl party to be exact. Mom went to the party thrown by her work-place, and she sat down to eat with some of the people who attend that synagogue. The couple next to her said they were looking for a new groomer for their sweet shih tzu, and mentioned that Aoife’s Mom had told them what a good job Mom does on Aoife. A few weeks later they called Mom for an appointment. Mom didn’t bother with a “before” picture, because Bailey wasn’t in bad shape. He mostly needed his face and paws and certain other areas trimmed. Here he is after his mini-groom and bath.
Bailey is a little over two years old. Mom said he’s one of the best behaved pups she’s ever had the pleasure to groom.
Today is Thanksgiving Day in the U.S. Xena and I have been thinking about what we are thankful for, so here goes.
First we want to say how thankful we are for Blogville and all the friends and support we have gotten. You are happy when we are and sad when we are. When Angel Lexi went over the bridge, Mom could not have made it without all of you. And oh, yes, although it is a very fun virtual reality to live in, we know the peeps and pups who make it up are real. We love you!
In our little corner of Blogville and the world, we are thankful for the family dogs who came before us and had the hard job of training Mom. On birthdays, they taught her to say, “Let them eat cake.”This is from Sammy’s birthday on the fourth of July. Every year, Mom used to keep 10 dogs for that whole week, so they all helped Sammy celebrate his birthday. Freda was Mom’s first schnauzer.
Lexi: This picture is from my 10-year-old birthday party. I had a Healthy Choice meal with my Mom and Dad and then my very own cake shaped like a dog. I know, kinda’ weird, but Mom meant well. Can you see the happy all over my face?
But it took Lexi to teach Mom to say, “Let them eat McDonalds.”
I love birthdays and I love Micky D’s!! This is all for me!
We are thankful for our friends who we know in the furs. Gracie, who never comes to see us anymore.
My (Lucy’s) bestie, Ella.
The big lunk, Achilles. (We love you Achilles.)
And our newest buddy, Chaz.
And we are thankful for the memories of our friends who are now waiting at the Rainbow Bridge.
And our blogger buddies who have gone on, too.
We are so very thankful for all of our blog buddies still with us, too. We would love to meet you all in the furs, like Mommy did with Angel Lexi’s boyfriend, Noodle.
We are both especially thankful for really yummy food.
beef, kale and sweet potato
We are thankful for our Mom and Dad, who love us and give us a good home.
And I am thankful for you, Xena. I love you!I love you, too, Luce the Deu…I mean Lucy. XOX
And, in the spirit of this holiday, we are both thankful to be red-blooded American dogs, born in the U.S.A. What was it I heard the other day? Oh yes, American by birth, Southern by grace, BOL!
We hope everyone has as much to be thankful for as we do! Happy Thanksgiving to all our furiends. Be sure to go to the the blog hop today by clicking on the picture.
Love, licks, and wags, the Southern girls: Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Ludwig: Xena, do you know what I am thankful for?Xena: Hmm, let me think. I know! You are thankful that I am so beautiful!
Ludwig: Of course, Beautiful Princess, I appreciate your beauty and your friendship. But that is not what I am thinking just now. I am thankful, Xena, that I got to come live with you and your family and friends.And that I’m beautiful, right?
Ludwig and Lucy: *sigh*
We thank Brian’s Home for sponsoring this Thankful Thursday Blog Hop.
Xena: Mommy, Mommy, where’s my breakfast? Mommy, Mommy, when am I going to meet my new friends?
Mom: I’m fixing your breakfast the same as I do first thing every morning, Xena, then we’ll be seeing your Auntie Jen, Uncle Bill and cousins Piper and Ella.
Xena: Have they seen my latest cuteness picture? Are they going to love me?
Lucy: *sigh* I got this one, Mom. Yes Xena, they will love you. I met Auntie Jen and she is a lot like Mom. She’ll fuss over you and hold you and give you kisses. Piper has gotten to be a senior schnauzer, and he has recently gone blind, so take it easy on him, will you? And Ella is going to be MY friend, so paws off.
Lucy: Ok…she can be your friend too, but mostly mine.
(a few hours later)
Piper: Hi Lucy and Xena. I’m Piper. I used to live here before you did. I knew your sister, Angel Lexi, 87 years before she was an angel. We were BFF’s. We hung together all the time.
And this time, when Mom leaves, I’m goin’ with her. We’re a team, ya’ know.
Hi Lucy, I’m Ella. Look at pretty you! Me and you, we’re the same size! We could be friends. Wanna’ play?
Piper: Excuse me…how did I end up in this play pen? Let me out. There’s nothing wrong with my nose and I smell food.
Piper: That’s better! Oh, hi Aunt Amy. Got anything good there I can have?
So, the humans ate and drank and laughed and talked and enjoyed the day with family and friends who are also family. No one remembered to take pictures of Lucy and Ella playing. They played all day long and became the best friends we all hoped they would be. In fact, we even discussed them going back and forth between our homes in Chattanooga and Nashville each month, but no one was willing to give up their half of the duo for a month at a time.
Piper mostly tried to stay out of their way. Xena tried to keep up with them and did a lot of obnoxious schnauzer puppy yapping. Thank goodness she finally wore herself out.
Tired smiles and wiggles and snores from Lucy and Xena the Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Lucy and Xena: There’s been so much going on that it’s going to take us both to tell y’all about it. First, we’ve all been itching. Must be somethin’ in the air or the grass or somthin’. Mom says that’s why we aren’t going for walks…
Xena: I’m the only one scratching sores on my face, so I’ve had to wear the plastic cone of excellence around my head.
Lucy: As you know, the Jewish High Holidays is soon upon us, so Mom’s been working a ton of hours. I think that is also why we haven’t been going for walks.
Xena: Daddy’s 97-year-old aunt in Fort Wayne, Indiana died, and he had to drive up there for the funeral. That left Mommy with the really old truck – older than Riley, even – that was having problems with something called a clutch. Mommy learned to double pump the clutch to change gears so she could get to where she needed to go. Personally, I think she should just stay home.
Lucy: So, with all her long working hours, she decided to leave work early on Thursday and make the almost hour drive to pick up our brother Adam. He was coming to stay here a couple of days for his birthday. She used her GPS to start out, and it told her there were bad accidents on I75 and took her a back way.
Xena: So there she was, double pumping away on the clutch when all of a sudden the clutch pedal just fell to the floor. She had never been in this part of Chattanooga. She was on a two lane road with only a narrow strip of grass to drift the truck onto to get it off the road.
Lucy: But Mom and Dad have a service called triple A, so she made the call and sat back to wait with a dying phone battery. The day was hot, so she rolled down both windows and hoped the exhaust from all the passing cars didn’t kill her.
Xena: Meanwhile, our Aunt Jenny (not Auntie Jen), who lives in Ill in Noise, was heading our way with her teenage daughter and dog, Jemma. They had spent the night in Ken Tucky after visiting the Mammoth Caves. Aunt Jenny said she would detour up to Cleveland Tennessee to pick up our brother Adam, who they had never met. Then Mommy called a neighbor friend who said she would pick her up at the car fixing place when she got there in the tow truck.
Lucy: The tow truck took almost an hour to get there, but the man driving it was very nice and he and Mom chatted the whole way to the repair garage. When Mom’s friend came to get her, she had their new daschund dog with her so Mom could meet him. His name is Jake and he is middle-aged. He is going to come over sometime to get a bath and nail trim! We’ll get a picture of him then.
Xena: Anyhow, everything worked out pretty good. Brother Andrew showed up with the DQ birthday cake right after brother Adam and Aunt Jenny arrived, and we had lots to jump off the bed and bark about all night with brother Andrew wandering around, heating up food and stuff like that. (Mommy was not in a good mood the next day.)
Lucy: So, Aunt Jenny and her daughter left for Atlanta on Friday, and we were in charge of taking care of Jemma. They said Jemma wouldn’t play with us, but we all knew that Chia would change that. We weren’t disappointed, either. They ran and played for a long time, then we all joined in and had a lot of fun. Sometimes Jemma got possessive of her harness and the room where her kennel was, but we worked that out without shedding any blood. She won’t use the doggie door and won’t do her buziness in the dog lot, so Mom’s having to take her out on a leash every time she needs to go potty. At least the weather is nice!
Lucy: Brother Adam was supposed to be back in the group home where he lives on Saturday, but Mom called and left a message that she was without a vehicle and it would be Sunday before she could get him back. (Dad will be home late Saturday night.) Then Brother Adam told Mom that he only had enough of his medicine to last through Saturday morning. That was a bad thing. He has to take his medicines every morning and night. I don’t know what will happen if he doesn’t, but it sounded like it would not be good at all. So Mom called the person over the home and said she didn’t know what to do. The nice person named Sharon arranged for one of the workers at the house to come out early Saturday evening with all the other guys that live there, pick up Adam, and take them all out to eat. Mom was both really suprised and thankful, especially since it is almost an hour drive each way.
Xena: In the meantime, brother Andrew let Chia out loose in the yard with him, not knowing Mommy had stopped doing that because of Chia “taking off.” Mommy realized this when she heard Andrew yelling for Chia. She went out and told him it was useless. Chia would come back on her own, as long as she didn’t get hit by a car first, but there was nothing else they could do. Andrew started walking the neighborhood calling for her anyway. He no sooner got back to the house than Chia also returned, just like Mommy said.
Xena: After solving problems and working from home all day, Mommy fed all of us first, cause she loves us most of all. Then she made garlic butter shrimp and steak for her and the “boys,” as she calls them, followed by ice cream cake.
That’s Adam in the pink shirt and Andrew next to him.
Xena and Lucy: Before bedtime, Mom laid down the law that it was lights-out-in-bed-time at 10:00, and they could go to bed earlier if they wanted, ’cause she sure was. Isn’t it cool how she can boss around big guys!? Aunt Jenny and her daughter will be back sometime today, and take charge of Jemma again. Dad will be back tonight and will get the High Holy Days booklet to print right –Mom’s spent way too much time on that! And “the boys” will be gone. Now Mom’s getting ready for a day of grooming dogs. Wow, it’s been hard keeping track of everyone. And the good news is the repair garage called, and there won’t be any charge for fixing the clutch. Less than a year ago they replaced a part of the clutch assembly, and that’s the part that failed. So the warranty will cover the cost of the replacement and the garage isn’t charging for their labor.
We’re exhausted. I think we’re going to nap while Mom grooms dogs that aren’t us.
As you know, I have a career as Zen Dog in Mom’s Grooming Business, and Ace Reporter, mostly reporting on Mom’s grooms. Hmm, this seems to have a pattern to it. I also tried my paw at modeling, but I’m not super crazy about getting my picture done, so that didn’t work out very well. However, I may be adding to my resume the title of Referee.
You’ve watched me play with the new pup, Chia. And you’ve seen Xena play with Chia. These events took a few weeks to happen, but weren’t totally unexpected. What was unexpected is who played with this little pup with no boundaries next. When I saw 11-year-old, almost 80 pound Riley go into the play position with Chia, I thought, uh oh, someone needs to monitor this.
Once again we have a new pup to groom. And when I say pup, I mean a little, four-month-old puppy named Gus. Do you remember at the end of April when one of Mom’s wonderful long-time clients suggested that little Jo Jo’s mom bring her to groomer Mom? If you missed that one, just click here to see an adorable yorkie!
Then Jo Jo’s mom told Gus’ mom, and Gus came for his very first groom at 7:30 in the morning. I’d had my breakfast and didn’t really want to get up out of bed again so early, but I knew puppy’s first groom would be good reporting material.
Here is Gus before his first groom. He is a shih tzu, maltese mix. We couldn’t find the maltese part.
Gus only weighs about 2 or 3 pounds, so you know he’s tiny. He’s a happy puppy, too. While he got his nails cut he learned to count how many feet he has and how many toenails on each foot. He liked that, too. Won’t his mom be surprised when she says, “Give me your paw,” and he answers, “Which one? I have four.” BOL
Oops, I think Xena’s long, rambling stories have influenced me! Back to reporting. Gus didn’t much care for his bath, but then who does?
Groomer Mom took her time with him, kissing him and talking to him and showing him all the grooming tools before she used them. He was very interested, too!
About an hour or so later, Gus wanted to know if it was time to go and what would happen if he jumped off the table.
Thankfully, he didn’t get a chance to find out. But he did get a little scarf and a big kiss goodbye!
Uh Mom, it looks like you missed some hair under Gus’s wiggly chin. I am Lucy, Ace Reporter, signing off with wags and licky kisses. Oh, and we are very Thankful today for Gus and all the other wonderful pups – big and small, young and old – who come to my Mom for grooming.
My bestie Ella has been going through some painful times. She blew out her right knee a few weeks ago and had to have surgery on it. Thankfully, her dad is working from home and has been able to help her do her physical therapy several times a day. But because of putting most of her weight on her left leg, she blew out that knee a few days ago. The pain has been bad, and she stopped eating. She lost a lot of weight.
Even just looking at her face you can see how thin she has gotten. The surgery for her left knee is scheduled for Wednesday. We love Ella, and hope you will send her prayers, healing thoughts, good wishes. We want her back looking like she did what seems like a short while ago.
We think she’s on some good pain meds and probably some steroids too, ’cause she started eating heartily just a few days ago. I’m really happy about that. I’ve got my front paws crossed for her.
Hi friends. I went back to see the special dogtor today. Everyone there is so nice. They even understand that I’m not mean, I just get scared. They’re always nice to me, and even told Mom Amy that I’m really a sweet boy. *wag*
Before all that, though, I reclaimed Reindeer from Xena. Me and Reindeer, we’re tight, ya’ know? We hang together and I take him running through the house with me, and we nap together. He’s my bud.
Back to my eye dogtor appointment. My sight has been saved! It’s only slightly “diminished,” but I can still see out of it and it’s pretty much back to normal except for how it looks. This picture is shortly before my eye surgery.
It hurt so much I kept my eyes closed most of the time.
This picture is after my exam today. See how wide open my eyes are!
I know it still looks weird, but it doesn’t hurt. The dogtor, henceforth called the “Good Dogtor,” said it should eventually turn more white, but it won’t ever look like before the first dogtor, henceforth called the “Bad Dogtor,” messed it up. It looks like this because of the “procedure” the Good Dogtor did to save it. The veterinary ophthamologist (Good Dogtor) removed some of my inner eyelid and sewed it with the tiniest of stitches over the large and deep ulcer eating away at my right eye. If you didn’t get a chance to read about that, you can hop here to find out more.
Anyhoo, I was a real, real good boy today at the Good Dogtor’s office. He even said I was like a different dog today, which told him how much pain I was in the first couple of times he saw me. I go back in six months for a check-up on my eye, but that’s a long time from now, so I’m not worried about it.
We are all HUGELY thankful for my eye being better.
Today we have a new yorkie to introduce to you. You may rememer Chaz and Chloe, long -time clients and friends. Their Mom knows JoJo’s Mom. So when JoJo needed a new groomer, her Mom asked, “Who grooms your yorkies? They always look so good on Facebook.” We got four-year-old JoJo in the next day, right after Chaz and Chloe. Here she is after her groom.
Her Mom said it had been four weeks, and apologized about how bad she looked when she dropped her off. Groomer Mom just kinda scratched her head at that one. Four weeks. Not long.
JoJo was scared and saying No! with her mouth when it was nail cutting time. Thankfully Dad was home during the groom and held JoJo in his arms while Groomer Mom trimmed her nails. With just her here and not a lot of barking and other stuff going on, we hope, with time, she will start feeling safer and less afraid. Her Mom loves her very much, so JoJo feeling better will make her happy, too.
JoJo’s Mom said she had been looking for a groomer who worked out of her home instead of one of these drop off and leave all day places. She was thrilled when she came back for her an hour and a half later and asked to make her next appointment. She said the last groomer had her coming every two weeks. (Well, that explains the apology for four weeks.) When Groomer Mom said she grooms her own dog every four weeks, and JoJo would do well with that, she booked the appointment right then.
We are happy to welcome JoJo the Yorkie to our grooming family!
Lucy, Ace Reporter, signing off with another successful groom.
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I'm Dalton, a Rat terrier mix and I came here in Sept, 2017, I was rescued from Hurricane Harvey. My birthday is 8-20-2016. My Gotcha Day is 8-27-2017. And I am Benji, a terrier mix of unknown origin. MY Birthday is June 6, 2018, and my Gotcha Day is Dec 28, 2018. I also was a rescue from a different part of Texas. We also have Angel MrJackFreckles, (2-5-2018); and also we have Angel Minko, (6-18-2017); and Angel Pipo, (11-3-2020);There are also Angels Groucho, Simba, Suki, & Toki. We meezers used to be known as WeBeesSiameezers. We'e all from Michigan, Dalton and Benji both came here from Texas, as rescues..