Xena: I sure do miss Daddy. He’s sick of noise, so he left.
Lucy: Well, Xena, while he may be tired of your shrill barking every time you see something move outside, he’s actually on a trip to visit his mother. She lives in Illinois. Hey, I have an idea. Let’s send him a picture and tell him how much we miss him.
Xena: Come home and let us in, Daddy. Lucy: But it’s sunny and warm out. I want to stay outside. Xena: But it’s his job. Both: We miss you, Dad, come home soon.
Xena: Do you see Daddy? Has he come home yet? Do you think he got our message?
Lucy: I don’t know, Xena. Let’s see if Mom will open the gate so we can help her while she rakes leaves. Maybe that can be one of my new jobs: “Lucy, Professional Leaf Raker.”
Lucy: Race you to that pile of leaves over there.
This is Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess enjoying a sunny 60 degrees in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
Xena: Mommy was on her feet working in the house and preparing food all day. She’s more used to a desk job, not being on her feet all day. It’s 8:30 at night, we’ve all had turkey, and Mommy’s ready to sleep. But she thinks that would be rude with our peep brothers still here.
Lucy: We’re sleepy too, but no one thinks we’re rude if we nap.
It’s really nice to see Riley again. We are still friends. Of course, Dad had to rescue Mr. Elephant from him. I didn’t want to have to perform emergency surgery again (see here). Then Dad put all of Xena’s stuffies in their basket and up on the fireplace mantle, out of Riley’s reach.
Xena: Our brother Adam is staying with us for a few days. I like having Adam here. He sits out back with us. And he asks if we are allowed to have treats. I just wish he gave us treats without asking, but I guess he’s well-trained. *yawn* I’m just so sleepy from the turkey neck and liver and some other guts. Mmmm.
Lucy: Tomorrow we’re having some other friends over to play games and visit and eat leftovers. I hear that there is more turkey waiting for us to eat, too!
Xena: Mommy’s also tired because her and Daddy stayed up late last night moving furniture. They wanted to move the dining table to the other side of the room so they could use the fireplace. Then they had to figure out how to arrange the rest of the furniture, make it look right, re-hang pictures, re-configure electronics, move stuff down from the attic and in from the utility shed. It wasn’t just exhausting watching all this, it was something I hear is called “disconcerting” for me. I kept asking Mommy to hold me, to assure me that everything was still ok in our world.
Some of that stuff they waited to do today. Even so, it was almost worse than missing supper time. I wanted us all to go to bed, and I wanted everything to be the same when I got up in the morning as how it had always been. Why did they have to change things? Everything in the room has been moved! Not only that, but the front room –the one they call the library — has been changed, too. At least my red chair is in the same place.
We hope all our friends in the US of A had a good Thanksgiving and had enough food.
Love and tail wags and full bellies, Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Lucy: Is that because you make things up so often?
Xena: No! It’s because it’s, it’s…oh never mind, I just want to tell what happened. And it’s true. Every word of it. You’re not going to believe this. *hop, hop*
Mommy’s friend’s name is Laurie. Miss Laurie has Eefah (OK, so that’s not how it’s really spelled, but that’s what it sounds like, and I’m goin’ with it.) She’s a really nice Soft-coated Wheaten Terrier. Miss Laurie brings Eefah to be groomed every 6 weeks and her and Mommy talk the whole time. It’s something like 87 hours. This is Eefah after going home from being groomed.
Lucy: Xena, this falls in the “Lucy Ace Reporter on the Groom Beat” category. What does this have to do with the offi…
Xena: Shhh, I’m telling the story, Lucy. So anyhow, Miss Laurie brought a bottle of…wait for it…whiskey to work. Did I mention that Miss Laurie works in the office next to Mommy’s? Anyhoo, it was for some event they were having, or so it was said. Mommy wanted to try it. Scandal! Drinking alcohol at work! So the office – in fact, the whole building – got closed – and…
Lucy: Hold up. That is not why the building got closed!
Xena: Well, how do you know? How do you know that the whole story about the building being something called structurally unsound was the real reason. Maybe it was a cover up to the scandal? Maybe…
Tennessee Whiskey Bottle: Hold up there, you crazy schnauzer. Do you really think that one little ole sip of me could close the entire building and make everyone have to work somewhere else? Do you think that they would have spent thousands of dollars for months and months — before the “alleged” scandal happened — trying to quantify the damage from the soil shifting that caused cracks and mold in the building? You are one loco pup with a big imagination. I get around, and I hear things. It was the terrible drought followed by the torrential rains that finally did it in. That bad soil the synagogue was built on finally did a real bad shift and now it is unsafe to be in there. Now stop telling tall tails, or even short tales, you little terrier with a giant imagination, and maybe some day you’ll even be allowed a wee sip of me.
Xena: *bewildered look* Uh, as I was trying to say, the office is now in the bottom floor of our home. That area is something called an “in-law suite.” I wonder where the “out-laws” get to sleep, BOL! With no 40 minute commute, Mommy gets to sleep later and work in her casual clothes. Of course, that also means we get our breakfast later, and I don’t like that at all. I jump in bed and nudge under her neck, trying to get her up to feed me, er, us.
And Miss Brooke, who is the Office Assistant and only lives a few minutes away comes to our house to work. She got her own key and everything. We get to stay in the office with them all day and get pet and I lay in Mommy’s lap a lot. Miss Brooke really likes us both and says we are very good pups. And I don’t have to stay in my kennel any more. Of course, that also means I don’t get my treat puzzle, either. That’s another thing that falls in the not good column, but I really do like having Mommy home all day.
Lucy: And now Mom is home when we think we should get our supper. I remind her by poking her with my nose. Me and Xena, we used to synchronize our pokes to Dad to let us out and give us treats, with Xena standing under me. He says we look like a 2-headed Cerberus like that. Now he shuts his home office door. He says his leg was starting to bruise and he wasn’t getting any work done, either. One day last week I stuck my head under Mom’s leg while she was sitting in her work chair and tried to lift her up so she would come feed us. It surprised her, but it didn’t work.
Miss Brooke’s own dog, Hank, has started coming with her. Every time I see Hank, I try to make up with him, but he doesn’t seem to want to be friends. I’ll keep trying, like I did with Riley, and I know he will eventually be my friend.
Xena: Hank’s afraid of me. Mommy says it’s cause I bark at him. Isn’t that barkalishis? I’m only 15 pounds to his 45 pounds. He must know I’m a Schnauzer Warrior Princess. I invite him to play every time he is here, but he always says no way Hose Aye. My name isn’t Hose Aye. He must have me mixed up with some chihuahua he knows. Mommy got Angel Lexi’s bed from the attic for him to lay on. But when he’s not here on Wednesdays and Thursdays…
We keep Mommy and Miss Brooke company and give them moral support. All day.
We are Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess at work.
Lucy: We looked outside as the sun was setting and asked Mom to take a picture – through the front window – of the sunset.
Xena: The part you can see through the top of the window, does that look like a doggie running in the sky? Could it be Angel Lexi peeking in at us?
Lucy: The trees on the right side look like they are on fire (but they’re not) like a lot of trees in California. Prayers that all our friends and furiends – as well as all the friends and furiends we haven’t even met yet – are safe.
Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess wishing you a happy Freaky Sky Friday
We are joining Arty, Jakey and Rosy of the LLB Gang for Nature Friday, and thank them for hosting it.
Mommy had the lighting wrong, the position wrong and the cloth wrong.
Lucy had pretty much everything wrong. Mostly her scaredy dog look. Then her bored look. Why couldn’t everyone be happy and cooperative like me?
We tried again without the cloth and this was the best Lucy would give us. I wasn’t smiling anymore. I was getting tired and wanted my supper. Didn’t someone once say, “After all, tomorrow’s another day?” (duh)
Xena: While we wait for my video from the Freestyle Trial, I wanted to catch you up on what is going on around home. Do you remember my warning to Riley? Do you remember that he still went ahead and deadied my blue bone? That was bad, but not like deading a real live stuffie. Look who we found, a victim of a Riley attack.
Do you remember that poor old Mr. Elephant was very close with Angel Lexi? Now his guts are falling out of his butt. This isn’t the first time Riley tried to kill him. We think it is because he mattered so much to Angel Lexi. Mr. Elephant had asked that, instead of staying in the big green basket on top of the mantel to stay safe, he be allowed to stay in my kennel. He was ok in there until one day we all forgot to shut my kennel door and Riley saw his chance.
Riley: You two can stop talking about me now. My Dad’s coming to get me.
Lucy: I saw something had to be done immediately if we were to save Mr. Elephant. After thinking for 87 seconds, I made my decision.
I ran to the pantry and got some Tennessee whiskey to steady my nerves and gave Mr. Elephant a drink of it, too. Xena had eaten sauerkraut last night, so I told her to turn around and gas him. Between that and the whiskey, he was out cold. I gathered up some tools and put on my operating mask. Time was ticking and I had to work fast and sure with precision instruments. I also had to be very careful not to close up his bee hind hole. I looked for his tail, but that villain Riley must have eaten it. His right leg was ripped halfway off, so I fixed it to the best of my ability.
About 87 minutes into the surgery, Xena noticed that Mr. Elephant was also missing an ear.
We hurriedly – but carefully – looked under all the furniture. Xena is small enough to be able to scoot under the couch and love seat, and did a thorough search. It was all to no avail. That fiend Riley must have eaten his ear, too. I finished working on his back end, and, with only a short pee and snack break, started closing up the gaping whole where his ear used to be. Xena! Quick! Lick the sweat off my forehead! Thanks!
Mr. Elephant is in the guest room sleeping it off and is expected to make a full recovery. His back leg isn’t exactly straight anymore, so he will have a limp. And we’ll have to remember to stand on his left side when we talk to him.
Riley has gone home with his Dad, and it’s time for a nap after an exhausting, yet satisfying, day. The patient will live.
Wags and licks, Lucy the Surgeon and Xena Schnauzer Princess Warrior
What a great Sunday I had! I thought I was going to be left home again, and then my peeps brother Andrew came to the house. Next thing I knew, Xena was following her treat puzzle into her kennel and me and Riley, we were getting our leashes on and jumping into the back seat of the car with Andrew. We were all going to Rock City! I was so happy when we parked and I knew where we were that I couldn’t stop wagging my tail. The first thing we did was get our caricatures done, just like that collie that I told you about in The Dogs of Rocktoberfest 2019.
This one below was done two years ago with Mom and Xena, when XeXe was only about four months old.
Dad looked at them both and said it was really good of us dogs and that it looked like Mom had put on weight. Oops! Even I know not to say something like that!
Moving on. Andrew and Riley got their caricatures done, too. We don’t have a picture of theirs, but we did get this one with Rocky, he, he, while Andrew was posing. Rocky is always doing funny stuff like that.
Mom stored her bag next to the bench we get to use, the one right up by the band, and then we were anxious to do some exploring.
Andrew wanted to go look out over 7 states. He even brought binoculars to see far away. Riley and I weren’t interested in looking at 7 states, but we did enjoy watching all the people and other dogs.
You can see how cloudy the sky was. The forecast was clear skies and 79F/26C, but it never really cleared up or got over 64F/18C.
Mom was cold the whole time.
We walked along the trails and stopped at a little way station so Mom and Andrew could sit and talk awhile. Look who was there.
I’m ashamed to say that me and Riley, we went nuts. That must have set off a signal for the black cat to transform into a Halloween Black Cat. Mom didn’t get a picture of that scary and impressive sight because she had both hands full with controlling me. After me and Riley settled down, the cat laid back down and stayed there, too, as if to say, you don’t scare me. After she made her point, she got up, jumped the fence, and sauntered away across the flat-topped boulders.
Switching from cats to dogs, here are three of the Rocktoberfest dogs we met.
Everyone wanted to pet us, from tiny kids to older adults and every age in between. It was both wonderful and exhausting. Back in the pavilion, Riley and I rested and watched my Dad teach polka.
Some of the students were funny to watch, especially since they were obviously having a great time of it, even if they were making it up as they went…like the couple next to Dad!
Too soon it was 5:00. Dad was done working, the temperature was dropping, and everyone was tired.
We meandered down the trail leading to the exit, smiles on our faces and happy thoughts in our heads. (It didn’t hurt that we knew supper would be served as soon as we got home.) Riley told me about him and his Dad crossing the swinging bridge, and he said it wasn’t at all scary. (I think I’ll just keep going the other way over that chasm.) He said he hadn’t been up here for a long time and he was so happy to come back and to spend a day with his Dad (Andrew). He’ll be going back to live with his Dad, but we don’t know for sure when that will be. I hope not very soon, unless, well, unless that would make Riley happier. He seems pretty happy now, though. We finally got to the exit…
Hey Dad, do you know how many new friends I made? Do you want me to lead the way? I know how to get to the car from here. Goodbye Rocktoberfest 2019. It’s been fun.
Wiggles and giggles and licks, Lucy the Rocktoberfest dog.
As promised here are some of the dogs who enjoyed the seasonal celebration originating in Germany that spread across the world.
This is Bentley on the left. She is a Labradoodle puppy.
On the right is an English bulldog. We weren’t able to get his name. His folks were very careful to keep us apart.
Next is Django on the left. (The “D” is silent.) She is an 8 week old Dalmatian puppy. Her folks had just got her from her breeder, out on a farm with seven brothers and sisters, and brought her to Rock City before taking her home to meet the rest of her family. They were socializing her.
On the right is a Border Collie whose name we didn’t get. Do you see the strange-looking brown thing on her sides? That’s all you can see of the huge pretzel costume she is wearing, BOL. We took her picture while she was sitting very still to have her “caricature” made. That means a picture, description, or imitation of a person in which certain striking characteristics are exaggerated in order to create a comic or grotesque effect. (I looked it up.) She must have really wanted that picture of her, ’cause she never moved.
Here on the left is Tate, an Australian Shepherd/Poodle mix. I think we could have been friends.
On the right is Milo. My Aunty Jen’s black schnauzer was named Milo, too. This Milo had sort of the same temperament. I was warned not to go near him. He did let my Mom pet him, though. He has a sister named Jade who was there with him, but we didn’t get her picture.
Last but not least (I heard that somewhere and have been waiting to use it) is Roxy the Cairn Terrier. That’s the kind of dog who played Toto in the old movie The Wizard of Oz. Just think, Angel Lexi not only had to learn her lines, her times on and off stage and all that acting stuff, but she had to play a cairn terrier as a boy, too!
Roxy was all dressed up for the occasion. You can see she was asking for some beer, but her folks wouldn’t let her have any. Then, today, something really funny happened. Our handyman who Mom and Dad know from church was here fixing something and, as he was leaving, he told Mom a story about being in a nearby neighborhood and seeing this whole family dressed up in lederhosen and dirndl. He stopped and asked them where they were going, and they said Rocktoberfest! Mom asked if they had a little dog who was also dressed up and he confirmed they did. It was the same people and dog we met up there. BOL, BOL!
We have two more weekends of Rocktoberfest, so we may feature more pups before we’re done with it. And maybe Dad will sing again with a different band. And – oh never mind, I’m starting to sound like Xena.
Wags, licks and wiggles, Lucy the Rocktoberfest dog
It’s still Rocktoberfest Time on Lookout Mountain, GA. Xena went on Saturday when our cousins from Ft. Wayne Indiana visited, and Mom forgot her phone at home, so no pictures. But she did remember her phone on Sunday when I went, so lots of pictures of me and Dad and Rock City and other Rocktoberfest dogs.
Besides being the best Dad in the whole world, and smarter even than me, and a fantastic polka teacher, my Dad can sing! So the band asked him to join them in singing some of their special German songs, like The Pennsylvania Polka.
First, though, he sang a song that made me feel bad, ’cause I thought he was singing it to me.
Last year my Aunt Bobbi told Dad that I am fat, and because I am not fat! him and Mom joke about it all the time. But then he sang this song that goes I don’t want her, you can have her, she’s too fat for me…
To help me recover from that trauma Mom said, “Let’s go explore the trails.”
We took off down a less busy trail and I enjoyed the smells and the beauty.
The Goblins Underpass sounded foreboding, but I had to be at least as brave as my sister was when she entered the Under-Cliff Passage.
There wasn’t anything too scary, or even any munchrooms to eat, and pretty soon I saw daylight and the stairs leading outside.
Once I got out from underground, I found these gnomes busy doing something, I don’t know what.
We went back to the pavilion where there was lots of music and I visited with a couple who were from Atlanta. They met Xena last year, and they are really good petters. I only got in a little bit of trouble when I ate the rest of the lady’s hot dog. She said it was ok, though, that she didn’t really want it anyhow. Mom took a lot of pictures of the other dogs enjoying Rocktoberfest, and she will share those next time. Let’s close with Dad singing the song about where Mom was born.
I got to go to Rocktoberfest on the very first day with Mom and Dad. Just me! Mom says please forgive the shadow–the day was sunny and warm with a nice breeze, and Mom got in the way of the sun.
We walked the trails, up and down stairs, through fat man’s squeeze, and saw some strange things, like this fellow here.
This is a gnome. He was distracted and didn’t see us.
Along the trail, I posed on this hard block shelf in a cutout in the mountain.
Then I decided it was time to keep exploring.
Which way now?
It was time to take a drink and snack break. Mom shared her pork and sauerkraut with me, and let me taste her locally brewed Rocktoberfest beer.
I didn’t like it very much, so I decided to stick with water.
But do you know the very best part of Rocktoberfest?
Everybody asked if they could pet me. And they did! And they told me how beautiful I am and sweet, too. I had to keep apologizing for hitting them with my tail; I just couldn’t help it cause I was so happy!
With wags and wiggles and smiles, I am Lucy the happy Rocktoberfest dog.
Hello friends. Lucy, Ace Reporter here today to report on another fantastic groom. This little shih tzu was referred to Mom by his grandma. She told her daughter, “You’d be crazy not to go to my new groomer!”
This is sweet 1 1/2 year old Rhett when he first got on the table. His previous groomer had cut his eye and didn’t tell his mom. They figured it out, though and got him treated in time to save his eye.
He’s still sort of a wiggly puppy, but Mom was very careful and patient with him. When she texted his mom to say he was ready to go, his mom asked if he could stay another hour. They just weren’t used to having him ready so soon, but that’s how Mom works. One dog or family of dogs at a time show up, get groomed, and go home. Anyhoo, Mom said yes, and brought him upstairs to visit with us.
It took a moment for him to get the layout of the house, but Rhett was feeling good and strutting his stuff. Of course, he quickly found the most popular room in the house.
Xena sniffed his bee hind and he growled, then Rhett sniffed her bee hind and she growled. Then they did the nose touch saying, “Let’s be friends.”
Lucy, Ace Reporter, signing off with wiggles and licks.
Hi there. Well, we’re back from our visit and I panted and shook in the car some on the way home but mostly I slept on Mommy’s lap while Daddy drove. It’s a good thing Daddy was driving ’cause Mommy was sleeping, too. We meant to leave early, but first the folks went to Sunday school and church together and then they went out to eat at Moby Dicky’s Restaurant in Hendersonville near the church they had gone to. Then, when they got back to us, everyone was sleepy, so the guys took a nap while Mom and Aunty Jen curled up on the couch with me and Morty. Ella and Lucy took turns getting on the couch with us cause there wasn’t room for everyone. Anyhow, that’s why we didn’t get home until 9:00 at night and why me and Lucy didn’t get any supper. Grrr. That’s the sound our tummy’s made all night.
Morty and I are still the same size. I think I could take him in a fair fight, but I keep getting yelled at when I chase and bark at him. Hey, he grunted at mefirst!
Outside, Morty always kept his nose in the grass.
My Uncle Bill held me whenever I asked him to. He’s a good schnauzer holder. And I ran and ran in their big back yard. I got Lucy to chase me, too. She got too hot and would start to chase me when I asked her to, then stand back and let me run the big circle by myself.
You know what else happened while we were gone? Why Lucy didn’t want me to blog about us being there? Like Mommy told her, “If you don’t want Xena to tell everyone, then don’t do it in front of her.” Have you guessed?
Yep! Her and Achilles played kissie face. It was pretty disgusting. They kept licking each other’s tongues and mouth and sometimes Achilles would walk past her and give her a quick kiss. I think my sister’s in love.
I am the Grossed-out Xena Schnauzer Princess Warrior
When last we met, we were on our way to visit our Uncle Bill and Aunty Jen and our cousins, Ella and Achilles and piggy Morty. Even with her Thundershirt on, Xena panted and shook like a freight train the entire three hour drive. For a short time she fell asleep and we had some peace.
Ella and I picked up right where we left off as BFF’s. When she first saw me jump out of the car and run to the gate she growled and I stopped. Then she apologized and said she was just out of her mind excited that I was there!
I dared Ella to try to curl her tongue like I did. She sure did try! She even threw her head back to get her tongue to curl better.
Shortly after we arrived Achilles got stuck in his kennel, Morty got stuck in the bathroom, and everyone left us to our own devices. (I heard that somewhere and have been waiting for a chance to use it.) The peeps took Mom out for another birthday dinner. Well, it was actually a lunch, so I guess that’s one of each. They went somewhere that there was an antique car show with really old cars parked up and down the road, their hoods up and doors open. They ate at an Italian restaurant, where Mom got the lasagna that was dripping with hot, gooey cheese. (Please excuse me while I wipe the drool from my mouth.) They got home early afternoon, and then the fun for us began.
Achilles wanted me to watch him play with his ball. He loves to run and play with balls.
We had all been wandering over to where Morty was chomping on the grass because he is such a curiosity to us. Achilles even offered him his ball, but Morty wasn’t interested.
Us woofers ran and played together in the big back yard. Morty and Xena oinked and woofed at each other occasionally, but no blood was shed.
Later that night all the peeps went dancing. They went to National Ballroom and Co., owned by David Hamilton, worldwide ballroom dance champion. Mom was hoping to get to dance with David, but he wasn’t there. She and Dad had even taken a lesson from him once when he was in Chattanooga. Mom gave Uncle Bill a refresher course in rumba.
Him and Aunty Jen, they danced all the rumbas and the ones Mom calls “belly rubbers.” The rest of the time they enjoyed watching everyone else dance. They took this picture of Mom and Dad swing dancing, but the lighting wasn’t very good.
Before we left the next day I got on the couch and saw Morty on Aunty Jen’s lap, with his little snout sticking out of the covers.
I tried to do a nose touch to say, “Let’s be friends,” but he tried to bite my nose. I guess he didn’t want to be friends. Aunty Jen explained that I don’t speak pig latin and he doesn’t speak dog sign language. So I guess it was just a miscommunication. In any case, I won’t be trying that again.
Tomorrow, Xena will tell you more about our visit. I tried to tell Mom that no more needed to be told, but she just laughed and shook her head.