Grateful for Blogville


This is Amy, Mom to Lucy and Xena, as well as Angel Lexi. I am sharing my gratefulness today for Blogville. I first used Dogster. Dogster limited its users to 5 pictures and there was no real community there. Because it had been bought out with the new owners talking about closing down the blogging portion, I decided to create my own website to blog about Lexi, my thespian schnauzer. I soon became addicted, and was thrilled every time someone new found The Adventures of Lexi the Schnauzer – actually, I still am!

Of course it’s easy to become attached to animals. I was, however, a bit surprised when I found myself starting to really care about many of the people behind the keyboards. I watched a true community form whenever someone was in need – whether it was for prayer, encouragement, financial, or all three. Then, when I was losing – and lost – my heart dog Lexi I was overwhelmed by the kindness, the caring, and the support I got from this community of people I had never met in person. I don’t know what I would have done without you.

Now, you join me in enjoying the antics of my girls. You commiserate with Lucy over her trials with the “cute puppy,” applaud her in her victories, worry for her when she runs off, and rejoice when she shows the world that bullie breeds are actually sweet, loving dogs. You follow along with Xena as she learns about her world, overcomes her fears, tries to dominate her bigger siblings and grows way to fast. And you give me many smiles and some tears with pictures and stories of your own furbabies.

Thank you. thank you, thank you for all of this. I am grateful for each and every one of you — friends who have become family. Wishing you folks here in the U.S.A. a wonderful Thanksgiving and hoping everyone else celebrates right along with us.

God Bless.

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Before I Got Double-Grounded

I am not allowed loose outside at all now, not since I ran away once or twice or was it four or five times? I’ve lost count. So I like to remember how much fun I used to have playing outside with Riley.

 

 

We hunted for the best sticks and carried them around together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And tried to take them away from each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And played tug-of-war.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes we chased each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And played tug-of-war some more.

 

 

 

 

Pleasantly exhausted, we would finish the day with a good nap together. Just me and my guy. *sigh* Before I got double-grounded.

 

 

Licks and little wiggles, Lucy

 

 

 

Guess Who’s In Trouble

Yep, it’s me. Can I help it if Mom doesn’t put the cotter pin in the gate and Riley opens it? We went to visit some of our favorite nearby folks. Just trying to be neighborly, ya’ know?

If it wasn’t for the new ID tag Mom got me I might have been able to stay out longer. But the neighbors called Mom and Mom called Andrew and Andrew came and got us – after he found his way back home from tromping through the woods into different neighborhoods looking for us. He was not a happy camper, I can tell you.  ~Lucy, the Delinquent

What can I say? I mean, what do you say when your girlfriend tells you she wants go go on a date? I mean, like, when she bats her big eyes at you and says things like, “You’re so good at opening gates, sweetie pie!” I’ll tell you what. You don’t say anything. You just open the gate and take her on a date. ~Riley, the Unjustly Accused

 

 

New Playmates

I have a new playmate. (Mom was so surprised that she didn’t get the video just right, so please overlook that.)

Her name is Xena. I thought and thought and finally realized I had to play more gently with her than I do with Riley. Riley and I play this way, but we are rougher. Now Xena’s not afraid and we are having tons of fun together!

Be still, Xena. Just rest for a moment, OK?

 

Love and wags, Lucy

I have a new playmate! (I think I could have done a better job on the video than Mommy did, but I was busy playing.  And excuse the gagging at the end…I got some hair stuck in my throat.)

Her name is Lucy. I haven’t had another dog to play with since I left my littermates. Now Lucy is playing nicely with me and I don’t feel like she is going to run me over and smoosh my brains out. We played all day long! Of course, we took little breaks to eat and go potty – outside!  Then we played again until it was time to go to bed. I can’t wait until we play together again tomorrow!

I am Xena the Schnauzer Warrior Princess

Sister Trials

Hi Lucy.

 

Come closer. I want to tell you something.

 

*Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

 

Hey! Leggo my leg!

 

Why are you being like this, Xena?

 

I’m bored. Turn your head that way, Lucy. I want to tell you something else.

Whack me once, shame on you. Whack me twice, shame on me. 

OK then, I’ll lay paws on you and pray for you to recover from your recent whacking. I am the church puppy, you know. 

Love and Wiggles from “the abused patient what have I done to deserve this big sister Lucy

And from me, Xena, the Schnauzer Warrior Princess 

 

Things That Were, Are, and Will Be

Lucy with purple tiger

I think all our toys are deaded.

Lucy: Hey Xena, Mom said if we were good dogs, we might each get a new Bully Horn for Christmas! And some new used stuffies, too!

Bully Water Buffalo Horn

Xena: Yay! I want a bully horn! And new stuffies! Wait, what’s Christmas?

Lucy: This will be my first Christmas with Mom and Dad, too. I hear that Christmas is a magical time of the year when all your wishes come true. And some believe that if you listen closely, you can hear the animals talk.

Xena: But we talk all the time!

Lucy: I know that, but some people don’t hear us. Maybe it is Christmas Eve when they realize that we are as real as them, with feelings and thoughts and need the same kind of love and care as them.

Xena: Hmm. I will have to think about that after lunch. Hey Lucy, did I tell you what a fun time I had at Rocktoberfest with Mom and Dad? I wish you could have been there.

Amy-Xena Rocktoberfest 2017

Lucy: Maybe next year I won’t be so afraid of things and can go, too. I know it helped you get over some of your fears.

Xena: I’m not afraid. I’m a Warrior Princess! And I can eat chickie feet with the best of them! For some strange reason, Mommy took this picture for Halloween, but she didn’t get it on our blog.

Xena eating chicken foot

Lucy: Yes, pretty scary. *grin* Say, I heard you are going to Angel Lexi’s vet today. Mom is taking you to Dr. Karen to get a leap tow shot.

dog in doorway at vet

Xena: Yep, and I won’t be afraid, either. She’s something called whole is tick. I hope I don’t get any ticks from her.  I can already leap, but I have never had to tow anything. I heard Mommy talking to Dr. Karen on the phone,  and she and Mommy see things the same way and won’t argue. Mommy will protect me and say, “No,” if they try to put that glass stick up my bee hind again.

Lucy: Do you realize that none of that made any sense?

Xena: Pthhh.

I am Xena, the senselessly brave Schnauzer Warrior Princess

 

 

 

Sisterly Love

AND

Lucy: OK, so first, I want to thank everyone for their support. No one told me I was a bad dog for running off. Ya’ll just told me how pretty I am and to be patient and don’t make my Mom worry about me ’cause she loves me very much.

Xena: Well, it’s true, except for the part of not being a bad dog for running off.

Lucy: I wasn’t talking to you, Xena. I was talking to all my friends who love me. Some day you will love me, too, because I am going to be a wonderful big sister to you. I remember now what it was like coming to a place – even a good place – that was all new and trying to learn what to do.

Xena: You rolled me in the dog lot today. That wasn’t nice. You scared me.

Lucy: I was trying to play with you. I will be more careful next time.

Xena: Mommy got a brand new toy just for me. His name is Racoon. I love Racoon.

Lucy: I am glad you love Racoon, Xena. Mom spent Saturday going to the half off sale at all the area Goodwills. The toys are for all of us. And I got a “new” collar.

Xena: What about my tennis ball?

Lucy: Again, the toys belong to all of us, little sister. Mom threw the ball for you a lot, and you learned it is called “ball.” That was good, Xena.

Then, Mom made sure I had a turn to play, too. She wanted me to remember that she loves me just as much as she loves you, and that we can still have fun together.

Did you know that we stood and watched you play by yourself and do zoomies? I bet you didn’t see Mom look over and smile and wink at me. Do you know what I did then, Xena?

Xena: Did you ask for a treat?

Lucy: No, I winked back!

Xena: No way! I think you’re fibbing, Lucy.

Lucy: Way! You should have seen her mouth drop open before she grinned real big.

Xena: Then Mommy and Daddy took us all – even Riley who mostly ignores me – for a walk. Mommy forgot to bring the camera phone to take my picture. She didn’t realize she needed that picture until after we got home and she went into the bathroom.

Lucy: Xena! You didn’t!

Xena: At least I went to the bathroom in the bathroom. Hey did you see my new cuteness collar? That must have been what kept me out of trouble.

Lucy: The way you acted on the walk, she probably couldn’t have gotten your picture anyhow. You bunny hopped down the road and barked and barked and zigged and zagged and totally wore yourself out.

Xena: *yawn* No I didn’t.

Lucy: Shhh. Goodnight, little sister.

Love and wiggles, Lucy

Dogs in Conversation

Lucy: Xena, you get all the attention.

Xena: I don’t know what you mean. You get fed.

Lucy: Yeah, but you get all the other attention. 

Xena: But I see our folks pet you and tell you that you’re a good girl.

Lucy: Uh huh. But I know that even then they are thinking about you.

Xena: I don’t know why.

Lucy: And she buys you new toys.

Xena: My giant ducky isn’t new. It came from a yard sale.

Lucy: *sigh* Exactly! Did you see me get anything from the yard sale?

Lucy: Now I’m the middle child. *sigh*

Love and wiggles, Lucy

Me and My Sister

Hi, it’s me, Lucy. I hope you haven’t forgotten me. I was wondering if I would ever get to write on my our blog again. Tonight will make one whole entire week that Xena has been my sister, and a new puppy in the house changes everything. I didn’t know what to think when I first met the puppy, so I ran into Dad’s office where all the good pondering and calming gets done. Mom said I was scared. Doesn’t she know I run into the closet – not the office – when I am scared? Anyhoo, after I thought about this puppy thing for awhile I decided I would see if she would be a good toy playmate. I found her in the bathroom with Mom and plopped down into the play position. Nope, she just hid, shaking, behind Mom’s legs. Things kinda’ just kept going like that all week.  Sometimes Mom would give me Xena’s food bowl to finish up her kale and whatever else she didn’t want. Just as I would lean in to take a bite Xena would run over and stick her head in the bowl, acting like she wanted it. I would stand back and wait, like a good bully girl. Thinking she had won, she would walk away, and I would clean up her leftovers. Other times when I tried to play with her she actually growled at me. Can you believe that? So I would just go over to Riley and get him to play with me.   All week I tried really hard, and nothing seemed to change.

Finally, last night, Mom and Dad dropped onto the couch, exhausted, in front of the TV to watch a silly Netflix show. (Mommy said to tell you she really does have on blue jean shorts; they just got covered up with her hoodie and us.) Maybe it was just because we were all relaxed together, something magical seemed to happen.

                        Me and my sister

Love and wiggles, Lucy

Note from the whole household: You have been seeing Xena’s new header by Annette (A Dog Tales), who is a graphic artist extraordinaire. Again, a very special thanks to her for the beautiful and delightful headers of Lucy and our dearest Angel Lexi.

First, a huge THANKS to Annette from A Dog Tales who surprised me with the wonderfully artistic new header. So no one gets left out, I am going to use it when Xena is posting, and use another new one I am making (not nearly as good as this one) when it is Lucy or someone else. Now more woofs from Xena…

I am innocent of all charges, Your Honor.

Woof! Lucy has gotten used to me and is trying to kill me. Really! You have to hear this! I was in the bathroom with my Mommy when Lucy came up and I heard this loud “thump” sound. She had thrown herself at me with her front legs flat on the floor and her bee hind up in the air. I must have jumped 87 inches! Whew. I just got over that scare when Mommy takes us both outside. Lucy is running all over the yard doing zoomies. Next thing I know, she is running straight at me. Yikes! I ducked down and she leaped right over me!! OK, so now that everyone knows (I am finding out this weeby feet thing is useful after all) she will not be able to get away with murder, so she might as well stop trying.

I went on a long car ride again, but not nearly as long as when Mommy adopted me. I met my other peeps brother, Adam. Adam was very nice to me and held me like I was made out of china or crystal, or something else that would break. If Lucy hasn’t broken me yet, I don’t think my peeps brothers will. We went out for milkshakes at a place called Sonic, and there was puppy abuse going on: I didn’t even get one bite! The sun went down before we headed home, and I was a very sleepy Princess Warrior.

Are we there yet?

Oh! Oh! Oh! I have to tell you something else! I love to eat and and always lick my food dish clean, which isn’t news since I am a schnauzer. But Lucy’s food smelled so much better than my puppy kibble. So, you will never guess what I got for supper last night! Chicken! A real, live, raw, dead chickie wing! Mommy held it while I figured out how to chew it properly. Then I got pieces of a real, live, raw, dead chicken boobie. I wouldn’t eat the pumpkin or anything else Mommy gave me…I just wanted more chickie. After that, I thought Mommy’s finger was a chickie wing and tried to eat it. In my defense, it looked a lot the same and was in attached to her hand. So today, Mommy took me outside and let me have another chickie wing; but, this time she let me work on it all by myself while she snoopervised.  I chewed and chewed and chewed some more and I ate the whole thing all by myself. Woof! Then I came in and ate some more chickie boobie and a little bit of coconut oil, but I didn’t want the egg or anything else. Mommy said I get to eat just this one meat pro team for a week, then we can move on to something else. I wonder how long a week will take…

And you know what else? I got to snoopervise right back while Mommy groomed a dog. The doggie’s Mommy is real nice and she held me during the whole groom so that I could see and snoopervise better. Isn’t it funny that doggie’s Mommy and my Mommy have the same name – Mommy?

This whole blogging thing can be very tiring. I have so much more to tell you. *yawn*

I am Xena the Schnauzer Warrior Princess.

 

Dear Diary by …

The Last Picture of Me at My First Home

Dear Diary,

I, once called The Female with the Yellow Collar, just had my whole world turned upside down. I should have known something was up yesterday when The Woman took me away from all my puppy siblings and friends – and oh, we were having a grand ol’ time in our playpen – and put a pretty colored thingy on my body. She let me run around the house some, dragging a long thing attached to what I learned was called a hardness (probably because it is hard to get out of), then kept me in a wire kennel away from my buddies.

Come around supper time, a New Woman came to our door and The Woman let me go outside to meet her. I liked her right away, so I wanted to show her what I could do. I ran as fast as I could in big circles around the yard, stopping to sniff the grass and the bushes and anything else that caught my interest. Sometimes I would rip leaves off a bush, just to show it who was boss, or grab some grass and tear it out of the ground, slinging it over my shoulder. Pretty soon I forgot about the New Woman and just ran and played for the sheer joy of it. I bounced up and down and inside of me I was laughing.

    My Boring Brother

I was brought in the house and put in the wire kennel while one of my brothers went outside with The Woman and The New Woman.

He’s so boring, he just did his potty, sniffed around, and wanted The New Woman to hold him. I don’t know why he got a cookie for just doing that.

The next thing I knew, the Womans were talking and signing papers and giving each other stuff and I got put into a kennel in the back seat of the New Woman’s car. It was a little scary, ’cause I had never been in a car before this. We drove for about 87 hours – the New Woman said it was only 3 hours, but I am not sure about that – and I slept most of the way. Except, of course for when my tummy got sick and then I had to pee pee.

     When I First Met Lucy


When we got to the New Woman’s house, a Man took the kennel out of the car and told The New Woman that I had gone pee pee all over the pillow and there was throw up there, too. He left the room while The New Woman gave me a bath. I was shivering, mostly from fear, but I was a little cold too, so The New Woman wrapped me up in a soft towel and took me upstairs to The Man. He held me and called me Littlest One and made me feel safe.

I was getting sleepy – after all, the sun had gone away a zillion hours ago – when I got another surprise. A gigantic dog suddenly appeared and sniffed me! She told me her name is Lucy and asked me my name and why I was here in her Dad’s lap. I said, “My name is either The Female with the Yellow Collar or Littlest One.” I didn’t really know, but thought I should answer her. I told her, ” I’m here because The New Woman brought me here. And don’t ask me anything else, ’cause I’m just as confused as you.” When The Man put me down for Lucy to see me better, Lucy ran and hid in The Man’s office. That’s where I heard The New Woman say she was, anyhow. Then I listened to The Man and The New Woman talk about where I was to sleep. The New Woman wanted me to sleep in the bed with them. The Man said he had heard too many horror stories about what could happen. So The Man won and I was put in the cleaned kennel where I could see The New Woman. I had a special blue and yellow blanket that used to belong to someone named Angel Lexi, and a big soft toy to cuddle with. Lucy was still all scared, so The Man and The New Woman let her sleep with them. I guess she is too big for the horror things to happen to her. I fell off to sleep wondering what new surprises would happen tomorrow.

I guess that’s it for now, Dear Diary. I think I will have lots more to write about very soon. Note to self: ask The New Woman if Littlest One is my new name. ~Me

 

Snuggle Saturday

Dad was in his spot on the couch, cuing up some funny SNL videos from You Tube. Riley took Mom’s spot. Then I took my regular spot. Then Mom squeezed in sat next to Dad. That made it so I could touch everybody all at the same time.

       Mom and I shared the otto man.

I was so happy I had to give Mom lots of kissies.

        I love you, Mom.

 

Subscript from Riley: “I was here first. Stop touching me. Fine, I’ll go lay on the rug.”

It was still a good evening.

Love and wiggles, Lucy

Grooming With(out) Lucy

I’ve given up. Mom’s never going to let me groom dogs. A couple of weeks ago she got a 15 year old miniature poodle dog named Muffy in to groom. Do you think Mom let me help? Right. Mom forgot to get a “before” picture, but she remembers thinking that under all that hair there has to be a poodle. It took her two hours to find the poodle, though. Muffy is also a screamer. Speaking of screaming, I can hardly wait for Mom to let me tell you what Riley did at the vet. (he, he)

 

 

This morning Mom did a mini-groom on Dora the shih Tzu and Maggie the schnauzer. I’ve told you about them before.

 

 

 

Then a newer client asked if Mom could groom Daisy, her cockapoo. Of course Mom said, “Come on!” and there was one more dog I didn’t get to groom. *sad sigh*  Daisy will be one year old next month and her Mom is planning her a birthday party. I bet she would have been tons of fun to play with. Oh, wait. Maybe that’s why Mom won’t let me groom.

Daisy before groom

    Daisy after groom

Love and wiggles, Lucy

 

Lucy and Riley Go to the Summer Dance…or Do They?

3 weeks ago:

Lucy whispering to Riley

Riley, if you love me you will take me to the Blogville Summer Dance.

2 weeks ago:

Lucy, will you go to the Blogville Summer Dance with me?

1 week ago:

Mom! I don’t have a thing to wear to the dance! I am going to look at your stuff.

Lucy dress up collage 1

Mom, do you like this hat on me? This flower necklace is falling off me and I might trip when I’m dancing with Riley.

 

Lucy dress up collage 2

Uh, Mom, why do you have a topless dress? This thing is falling off me and I might trip when I’m dancing with Riley.

 

Lucy dress up collage 3

Mom, what do you think? Does this dress make me look fat?

 

Thanks for fixing the flower necklace Mom. Does it make me look pretty? I think I will wear this.

 

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I’m ready, when are we going? What’s taking my woman so long?

 Today:

 

Riley: Come swim Lucy, the water’s fine.    Lucy: I’m working on my tan.

Riley: Isn’t this great?   Lucy: But where are all our friends? Are we at the right place?

I think they missed the memo.

 

Getting Comfy

I have seen the people put their feet and even their legs on this thing called an Otto Man when they are watching a movie. I like to watch movies with them, so I thought, why not try this?

It didn’t work out quite the way I had planned. Darn Otto Man!

So I went outside onto the patio with Riley and found a much  better way to get comfy with my best guy.

A Chilly Day

Today was a bit chilly and it seemed that everyone noticed I was cold. First, Mom tried to help while I took a nap. That was good.

When I woke up, my boyfriend Riley suggested we lay in a sun puddle. That was gooder.

Finally, we went out into the sunshine and played until we were both hot. That was the goodest.

May your days be filled with sunshine and cozy blankies.

Woofs and wiggles, Lucy