Yes, we crossed some pretty big rivers to get to Grandma Jean’s, among them the Tennessee and Ohio Rivers. Once we hit the area where Grandma lives, called The Territories, we saw lots of wooded areas. So I am sticking with my Christmas song for Thanksgiving week. If you remember, it had started to snow just before we pulled into the garage. It snowed all evening and all night and most of the next morning. There was about 8 inches of snow here in Northwestern Illinois and the temperature outside was down in the teens. Today it warmed up into the 40’s and the snow started to melt.
My bestest and only boyfriend Noodle has blogged about sitting in his Grandma’s lap when she comes to visit. It looks very cozy.
My newest friend Dante just finished a long visit with his Grandma. He rode around on her walker and got lots of kissies.
I miss my Grandma who went to Heaven. I spent a lot of time with her, almost every day for awhile until she had to move to assisted care. It is nice to remember that I have another granny, Grandma Jean, even if she is so far away. While I am here, I decided to try one of Dante’s favorite things with his granny.
Today, everyone left without me.
When everyone came home, I spent some time with my peep cousin, Josie. She is a good petter.
We are heading home in two days. Just when I started getting used to everything and everyone. Oh wait, that means… Road Trip!
Dad picked us up at the church and we left for the North right after work on Thursday. We drove a few hours before stopping at a different hotel than we usually use. Mom said it was a lot less expensive and it wouldn’t hurt to try it. It’s name was Baymont. We used to stay at the one called Holiday Inn Express. Our Baymont room had one of those beds as big as Kansas. It was so big I could sleep in it all night without even touching anyone. So I took advantage of that and curled up in the bend of my Dad’s legs.
In the morning I waited in the room while Mom went out to hunt a chicken so I could have my usual on-a-trip scrambled eggs. Apparently Metropolis, Illinois doesn’t have chickens because she came back empty-handed. We all piled back in the car and a couple of hours down the road stopped at one of my favorite places. You guessed it – Mickey D’s! Mommy got out a bowl and poured some kibble, and green peas in it, then topped it with lots of scrambled eggs. Hallelujah, someone must have found a chicken.
For lunch, Mommy and I had hot dogs.
After my hot dog, I got really thirsty.
It started snowing about 30 minute before we got to Grandma Jean’s house. Thankfully, it hadn’t started sticking on the road yet and we pulled safely into her garage before the blizzard hit. More on that and my visit later.
I am Lexi: have hot dog, will travel.
Riddle: What does a rag + a gauze pad + duck tape + a baby sock + safety pins=?
Dad took me for my wonderful acupuncture treatment today. Dr Karen, who is my favorite vet in the whole world, said the wound where my nail was removed was slightly infected. She put me on antibiotics which also doubled as the second round of antibiotics for the bacteria giving me bad breath. Dad said we couldn’t drive all the way to Illinois with my breath like that. My BFF Dr. Karen also said I could lick my wound a little and it would be ok, but not a lot. I am like a sugar addict with a bowl of frosting when I start licking. A little is never enough.
Mom knows how much I hate the lampshade thingie, so she thought up this scheme to make it easy to change out the dressing without me losing all the hair on my right lower leg. Yes, she has had to cut the hair from the duck tape every time she changed the dressing, which she claims is why she started making me wear the dreaded e-collar. Mom permanently (well, it sure does seem permanent) attached a soft rag around my leg just above the knee with white duck tape. Then she pulled a pink striped baby sock that she found at the Dollar Tree (2 sets of 2 sock for $1 – go wild Mom!) over the gauze square that she had placed around the toe end of my foot. Then she pulled the baby sock up to the rag and safety pinned it in place. Now all she has to do is unpin the sock to change the gauze. I got it off in the first hour when Mom used regular paper tape to attach the rag to my hair. So we are back to white duck tape. Or is it duct tape? Franklin, will you weigh in on this? Franklin?
So, a trip to Illinois. Dad’s rude comment was the first and last I have heard about a trip. I love trips. My Grandma Sandy lives in Illinois. I will let you know more when I get the low-down.
Hi everyone! It’s Memory Monday again, and I have decided to ask Mom to print a memory about Riley. That should help you understand why I don’t like
living with him him living with me. Not only did he stink up the house and mess up the patio, he hijacked my blog to tell everyone about it!
June 18, 2012
In POOP trouble today
I (Riley) got in so much trouble this morning, and I didn’t see it coming. I was bebopping through the house to wish my Mom a good morning when she walked into the living room and saw my, uh, my mistake. I thought Mom was going to kill me she was so mad, but all she did was lecture me and point her finger at me and at the p-o-o-p, first in my kennel and then all over the patio.
She said I should have gone out last night like she told me to. But I don’t like to go out in the dark. And I don’t like to go out by myself (my sis Lexi wouldn’t go with me last night– she had already done her business the first time Mom asked her to) and I don’t like to go off the patio and into the yard.
The patio: that’s where and when the next trouble came. She caught me pooping on the patio this morning. When she came out to try to stop me she saw all the other poo I had left over the last couple of day. And. Just. Lost. It. She made me go into that dirty old yard where my feet get wet and messy. I know I am a big boy, but I have such pretty, dainty feet. I just hate getting them messy. She talked and talked and pointed and pointed and kept telling me what a bad dog I am. I tried to go to the back door but she kept chasing me back into the yard. Then she left me out there! Aghhhh! Dad let me in after she left. I heard him on that little box he talks into telling mom that he had to let me in because it was raining. I don’t think I want to know what she said back to him. But I think I might know because he didn’t put my brand new crate pad in my kennel this morning when he crated me before he left. I was really looking forward to using it and maybe even chewing it a little – or a lot. After all, I am only one year old.
Mom’s gone away for a few days. It’s probably for the best. Maybe she will be happier when she gets home. I sure hope so. I love my Mom lots and don’t like her to be mad at me. I will try to be a good boy and go in the grass. It’s just that paw thing…and the dark thing…
I am Riley the chastised.
May 23, 2006
My eye is all better now. No more horrible collar thingy. I am free! Life is good again.
I went to the downtown market Sunday and got to see lots of people and dogs. The band was playing and Grandma made me stay with her while Mom danced. I wanted to go out on the dance floor too, but no one would let me. So Mom took me out on the dance floor when it was all over and asked me to dance with her, but I didn’t want to anymore because the band had quit playing. I saw a couple of my favorite people but no one seemed happy when I jumped up on them and got them all dirty with my paws. I still had a good time and was exhausted when I got home.
I am learning Bolero. Mom has a tape, and I watch it with her and watch her practice. I think I can do this. She is going to have to take smaller steps, though.
More later from the “dancing Schnauzer.” (Has a nice sound to it, don’t you think?)
May 11, 2006
Wow, what a great birthday weekend. It started on Friday when I went to help teach dance. We had cake and everyone sang to me and I got a huge pig ear. I danced and ate up the whole pig ear. Hmmm. I wonder what happened to the rest of the pig…
Then I got to have cake again for breakfast on Saturday, and Mom took me shopping. We went to a fancy downtown dog store and I got two bling and a free treat. After that we went to Petsmart and I got two more bling but no treat. All day Mom sang to me about my birthday and I was so excited!
On Sunday – my real birthday – I had cake again for breakfast and hot dogs for lunch and pizza for dinner!!! I went to get the pizza with Mom and when she said it was for me too, I got so excited I shook all over and wagged my tail as fast as it would go. We had ice cream for dessert because the cake was all gone. I know, because I got to lick the icing off the bottom of the plate.
Birthdays are really great, but I want a cheeseburger now. I thought this was just the start of something new, like not having to stay in my crate anymore during the day. I thought I was going to get to eat like this every day. You know, something that happens now that I am a whole three years old. I must admit that I am a bit disappointed. Guess I will have to stick with my Grandma to get the toast every morning. Things could be worse. (I wonder when I will have another birthday….)
Lexi, the three-year-old
February 26, 2006
Hey everyone, you are simply not going to believe this. Now I get to live at both my old apartment and at my new house, and I am almost never alone! My Grandma moved here from Pennsylvania and she is living in my apartment. In the morning I go there to stay with her and then Mom picks me up at lunch time and takes me home. My Grandma is really old and I have to be careful not to hurt her. Grandma is still in bed in the morning when Mom leaves me – Mom still has a key – and I run and jump in bed with Grandma and get under the covers with her until I think it is time for her to get up. I get impatient because she always shares her toast with me. In fact, she has started making me my very own toast with black raspberry jam on it. Grandma is always very nice to me and says sweet things and feeds me pretzels. Now I have my Grandma and my apartment that I was missing, too!
One day while I was there, Grandma got sick and was sitting on the side of the bed holding her head. I felt really bad for her, so I gently put my paw on her arm to comfort her. She told Mom that I am a kind schnauzer and Mom kept telling me what a good girl I am. Like I said, I felt bad Grandma was sick, so I only tried to make her feel better. I am glad it was the right thing to do. I am still young and learning what to do in different situations. I usually do ok if I follow my instincts instead of my stomach. That can be quite a reach for a hungry schnauzer like me!
Lexi the kind schnauzer