One was addressed just to me. “Lexi T. (The) Schnauzer” BOL, BOL, BOL!
These made our day! Thank you, dear friends.
If you have been following my battle with the C, you already know my appetite has been off ever since the chemo. What? A schnauzer without an appetite? Unheard of before now!! But, sadly enough, it is true. Mom tries hard to give me foods I like, understanding that my taste buds have been adversely affected by the poison injected into my system a couple of months ago. I think it is so funny that she does airplane zoomies around my head with the spoon and makes zoomie noises to get me to open my mouth, just like she used to do when the boys were toddlers. She thinks it is so funny that it often works!
Also, if you are one of my wonderful, faithful, much-loved blog followers, you already know that my cousin Piper is staying with us for a while. Mom has discovered a new tactic to get me to eat my canned food, and I don’t seem to be able to resist it.
Hello friends, Lexi here again. If you missed my past
Campaign Propoganda posts informing you why you need to vote for me for the Supreme Leader of Blogville your Mayor, you can check it out at the bottom of this page. Today, we move on to reasons #9 and #10, which are the last two reasons I can think of right now. I might come up with some more later.
9. A Dog of Many Sorrows: I Understand Affliction. Among other things, I have suffered with and overcome hip dysplasia. I bravely allowed the new vet to stick lots of needles in me and over time it removed the affects of the dysplasia. I also recently survived a round of chemotherapy, the infusion of poison into my bloodstream.
I have also lived through the sorrow of the death of my sisters and housemates, Lily and Ivy.
How is this relevant, you may ask? Not only can I empathize with you, but I am able to come up with new and daring solutions to your problems. I am willing to be a role-model of bravery and fortitude and empathize with you during times of sorrow.
10. “What’s in it for me?” I know that to vote for someone, the biggest question is, “What do I get out of this?” Right? So, if you tell me you voted for me, and send me your e-mail address, I will send you back via e-mail your very own “I Voted for Lexi!” button, similar to the ones you can now feel free to grab and use from my side bar. Second, you will feel good knowing you made the right choice for your
Supreme Leader Mayor. And, reasons 1 through 8 answer that question quite well, I believe. In case you missed them or just want a refresher, here they are.
Reason 1: Proclaimed Actor
Reasons 2 & 3: Let Them Eat Cake and All Lives matter
Reasons 4 & 5: Church Dog and Build Relationships, Not Walls
Reasons 7 & 8: Volunteer Service and Spokesdog for a Major Multi-National Company
Mommy started up my meds again, the ones that settle my tummy and the lower areas, and I feel better. I am still being picky about my food. I don’t mean to be. It’s just that some things still don’t taste right. OK, the truth is, why eat kibble when you can eat canned? Why eat canned when you can eat hamburger? I mean, right?
Dad wanted to video me last night so all my friends could see I am still alive and barking. Huh? I coerce Mom into spoon feeding me now. How, you ask? Easy, peasy. I just refuse to eat out of my bowl! And when I am done, I let her know. I remembered partway through this supper that I should be eating home cooked chickie boobies or home cooked beef patties. Oh, and it’s true…the camera does put 20 ounces on you.
Pee S: Sorry about the potty part. Dang it, Dad, do you have to record everything?
Yesterday I had a very upset tummy most of the day, even to the point of throwing up a bit. Mom talked to the local vet who called my oncologist in Knoxville, who told her what drug to call in to the pharmacy to help with this chemo sickness. We went and got it on the way home and about 30 minute after Mommy forced it down my throat I was feeling lots better. Mommy was happy when I ate a good supper of homemade chicken and rice. I felt so good that I went into the play position and Gracie and Mom and I played for almost a half hour. I did most of the barking and Gracie did most of the running. It felt good to feel good again.
The weird thing is, the oncology doctor said with this particular poison they used on me, if I was going to get sick it would be in one to two weeks. She said dogs don’t usually get sick from it, but if they do, it is never in the first week. Mom and Dad say I have always been an over-achiever.
When I woke up this morning – still on the mattress on the floor with Mommy – my tummy was a bit upset again, so I refused food. Yes, very un-schnauzer-like. Mom understood and didn’t insist. Instead, she said, “Let’s go for a ride!” and we jumped in the car – yes, I actually jumped in the car, something I haven’t done for a long time – and headed to the local vet. Two nice girls came in the exam room and sat down on the floor with me while they cut and pulled out the stitches from my forehead, the back of my neck and my upper leg. They said I behaved the best of any dog they have done that for. Then Dr. Smith came in and said the gaping hole in my forehead has scabbed over and seems to be healing nicely. He said Mom doesn’t have to spray the liquid bandage on my forehead any more and that I don’t have to wear the dreaded cone any more. HIGH FOUR! When we got home later this morning I was ready to eat some homemade chicken and white rice. Since I gobbled that all down, Mom cooked me more chicken for supper, along with brown rice which is supposed to be healthier. I am not nearly as fond of that nutty taste and ate more chicken than rice. Even so, my tummy is happy and full and I am ready for a nap with my friend Gracie.
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