Uncle Bill: Yes, well, about that…uh, I think we’re all set with liver treats, and I’ll have them sent to you when they arrive. How about if you just cuddle here on my lap while I work?
Achilles: I love you, Lucy. I want you to live here.
Lucy: I love you too, Achilles. I would stay here with you and your sister Ella, but I can’t ’cause it would break my Dad’s heart. Why don’t youand Ella come home with me? You’d have fun playing with Chia – if you didn’t mind her hanging off your cheek – and we could be together forever.
Achilles: I can’t, my love. Riley and I don’t get along. I can’t stand the thought that he used to be your boyfriend. Grrr.
Lucy: But I never loved him like I love you, honey.
Lucy: Mom and Dad will be here soon. Please ask Auntie Jen and Uncle Bill to bring you to visit me. And take good care of my BFF Ella, please. Bye bye until next time. *smooch*
Xena: I heard Mommy ‘splainin to Uncle Bill all about how to feed me and Lucy. That’s when I realized I was gonna get left! Aghh! After her and Daddy left, I laid by the back door for 87 minutes waiting for her to come back, while the three “biggies” got all the excitement out of themselves.
Uncle Bill works from home, and everyone collapsed in his office. Since I hadn’t been running around like a crazy dog, I was able to help Uncle Bill with his work.
Uncle Bill even texted Mommy to let her know how great I was helping him with quotes on Dell products. Let’s see, I think this one could sell for about a gazilion liver treats. I love my Uncle Bill. Hmmm. Maybe it won’t be so bad being here for a few days after all…as long as I get to cuddle with him all night.
Ace Reporter here on the Groom Beat with an update on Roxxii.
Roxxii’s first groom by Groomer Mom got reported a little over three years ago. Now this Ace Reporter is back with a practically unbelievable story about what’s happened to her in the last year.
When Roxxii was first introduced, it was explained that her Mom was the girlfriend of one of brother Andrew’s friends. About 1 1/2 years ago, Andrew’s friend took his own life while his girlfriend, who we’ll call Em, was in the house with him. Understandably, she was a total wreck after that. (Groomer Mom explained this all to me.)
Well, about 14 months ago, Groomer Mom got a text from Em saying she had been in jail, and the police took Roxxii to our local shelter. When she got out, the shelter had “adopted” out Roxxii and wouldn’t give Em any more info. Em needed her old girl and all the unconditional love she gave, and she felt that Roxxii needed her, too. Mommy wished with all her heart that she had known what was going on, ’cause she would of gone to the shelter and bailed Roxxii out to live with us until Em could get her. But now it was too late.
Fast forward to last week. I’m gonna give you the full story since I am a reporter of integrety.
Daddy came home from work in our old truck that was suddenly missing the passenger side mirror. Over supper he told us that as he was pulling out from our subdivision onto the main road at o’dark thirty, a set of headlights suddenly appeared coming around the curve, and the truck was moving fast! He whipped his head around to see if he was about to get rear ended. As he did, he heard a loud bang! but didn’t know what had happened. Remember, it was really dark out. The next time he looked out at his mirror, it was gone! It all had happened in just a couple of seconds, with no time to think. In telling us about it, he came to the conclusion that there was also a truck coming toward him. (Yes, he was driving our truck, and the vehicle tearing up behind him was a truck, and the vehicle coming from the other direction was a truck.) (Remember, we live in Tennessee.) Anyhow, he figured the truck coming toward him in the oncoming lane must have had a ladder or something sticking out from the truck bed, and that’s what hit his mirror.
Fast forward to the next evening. Our folks had just finished their yummy supper out on the porch when they heard someone ring the front doorbell. As usual, Mommy got up to see who it was. Long story shorter, it was the nice young man who had been driving toward Daddy. And he had our truck’s shattered mirror in his hand. After everyone talked for about an hour, Daddy realized what had really happened. What really happened? Here’s the scoop!
Daddy, needing to turn right out of our subdivision, looks to the left before pulling out. Seeing no headlights, he starts to pull out, and is too far out when headlights suddenly appear, coming way, way over the speed limit at him. As he reflexively looks back over his shoulder to see if he’s going to get hit, he doesn’t turn the wheel hard enough and crosses the center line, where this young man is just reaching him in his own truck. Their driver side mirrors collide. No one stops, because that would be suicide at that point. You know, ’cause of the maniac tailgating Daddy and just ditches on both sides of the road.
The accident was clearly my Daddy’s fault because he crossed the center line. The young man somehow tracked Daddy down using Google maps or some Googe app. After the congenial hour-long conversation, they decided it would cost too much to just give the man cash to replace his truck’s mirror and repair the scrapes on the side of his big, new truck. It would have to be turned into insurance. Which means the police would have to be called.
Next thing we knew, there was a police cruiser parked in front of the house. The policeman, who was the same age as the young man, asked him if he wanted to press charges. He said no. He knew it was an accident, and that my Daddy had nowhere to pull over, and so on and so on.
Lucy: Xena? What do you think you’re doing? Are trying to impersonate me?
Xena: Uh, well, you see..
Lucy: Yes or no?
Xena: Well maybe, but I never said I was you. *pushes laptop over in front of Lucy*
Lucy (really!), Ace Reporter here on the Groom Beat with an update on Roxxii.
That whole long story that only Xena could do in the name of journalism was to tell you that while Groomer Mom was down by the road with Dad and the police and the young man, a car pulls up and the lady asks if anyone knows where the groomer lives. Turns out, it was Roxxii’s grandmother and Em’s mother. She wanted to make a grooming appointment. Groomer Mom realized Roxxii was back, safe and sound. I was watching from the house and saw Groomer Mom doing a Happy Dance right there in the road! The grandma paid the dog shelter $1000 to get information to track down Roxxii. Man #1 who got her from the shelter was fostering her. Man #2 came to his house and took Roxxii and wouldn’t give her back. Man #3 got Roxxii from Man #2 and brought her to her grandma. This was over the course of several months. Her grandma has no idea who Man #3 is or how he knew where to bring her. His only caveat was that Roxxii live there with her grandma, since Em was back in jail and facing serious time. Roxxii’s grandma loves her and wanted to keep her anyhow, so she readily agreed.
Roxxii was in pretty bad shape groom-wise, so her grandma said to just “cut it all off.”
This is a picture from the first time Roxxii came to us, about three years ago.
She looked even worse this time, with her hair grown over her eyes and the eye snot underneath them stuck to her skin.
Here she is after her groom this time. Her hair had to be cut really short because of all the mats. Her grandma promised to keep bringing her so she doesn’t get in bad shape again.
We are very thankful for a happy ending for Roxxii.
Groomer Mom: While this turned out well for precious Roxxii, we are all praying and doing POTP for “Em.” We ask for your good thoughts for her to be able to get her life turned around.
Lucy (really!) and the imposter Xena, Ace Reporters, signing off.
Xena: Just one more thing to be thankful for! The young man whose truck mirror Daddy knocked off with our truck mirror just bought a zero turn lawn mower and, next summer, when it gets too hot for Mommy to cut the grass, he is going to start cutting it. And one more thing to be thankful for is he said we were so nice to him that he wants to take Mommy and Daddy out to dinner! BOL! It’s a crazy world!
Xena: It’s really nice having Christie here with us, but isn’t it time for Mommy and Daddy to come home?
Lucy: I know it’s Mom’s long weekend birthday trip, but it seems like 87 days.
Chia: Play with me! Let’s play! I got your cheek, Lucy and I’m gonna pull until you play with me!
Xena: I want my Mommy.
Riley: I’m gonna go find them and bring them home I heard somethin’ about a beach.
Lucy: I saw this on social media:
Riley: That’s them! That beach can’t be too hard to find. Anyone with me?
All: We’re coming too!
*A few hours later.*
Chia: I’m wearin’ the hat and that makes me the captain. I wanna’ turn this wheel when we get goin’.
Riley: Smartly, me lasses. Daylights a’burnin’. We don’t wanna be caught out in a storm after dark and end up in Davey Jones’ locker. That’s right, everyone in. No scallywags or landlubbers amongst ye, right?
Xena: Uh, what makes you think you are less of a scallywag or landlubber than us?
Riley: Garr. I be showin’ ya’ this picture of me in the (un)briny water:
Xena: Oh, ok. Sorry. We’re jumping in.
*87 seconds later*
Chia: I’m the driver.
Lucy: The weather looks clear, Captain Riley. It should be a good trip.
Chia: I’M THE CAPTAIN!!!
Xena: Where’d you go, Captain Riley? Are we there yet?
Chia: I’M THE…
Everyone: Yeh, yeh, we know, YOU’RE the captain.
Riley: I’m up in the in the crow’s nest and I’m really tired after all that walking to get to the ship. I think I’ll take a nap.
Unknown woman by the boat: Are y’all ready for the ride to start?
We are joining Arty, Jakey, Rosy and Sunny of the LLB Gang with much thanks for hosting Nature Friday.
Xena: I was ready to go to bed, and who do you think was in my bed? Larry the Lemur who I got for my June birthday.
Why are you in my bed, Larry? I didn’t invite you, and I think you should get down.
Larry: “But I love you Xena, and I want to be close to you. I can smell your beard from up here.”
Get off me Larry before your demise becomes a lemurick.
There once was a lemur named Larry. His body was all orange and hairy. He picked the wrong dog To jump on her bod So he got carried off by an eyrie.
Larry: That’s one mean schnauzer.
Lucy: How do I always seem to be the one the stuffies run to? *sigh*
The Mom: Here’s the actual “Nature Friday” entry.
I got some flowers (no idea what they are) on sale at Lowe’s and repurposed an old grill that I couldn’t even give away on the Next Door app. Now I have to figure out what to do with the extra pot of flowers.
Thanks to Comedy Plus for hosting Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop.
Xena: Hi friends, we’re back! Did you miss us? Me and Lucy, we went away – way away. We rode in the car for 14 hours. Really! I know sometimes I egg zagerate a teeny bit, but I actually heard my folks say it was a 14 hour drive! Our supper was 87 hours late.
Riley: They went away and left me.
They even took that annoying Chia somewhere. I was just starting to like her – kinda.
Lucy: Our neighbor Mr. Ron was thinking about keeping Chia for good, so he got a “test drive” for four days.
Xena: We thought we would miss her…well, at least a little bit…but how could we miss her when it was like she was there with us at our Grandma’s house in Ill in noise? That’s our Aunt Jenny’s puppy, Jemma, bothering me on my Grandma’s deck. (Aunt Jenny is not to be confused with our Auntie Jen) I had to keep putting Jemma in her place. She doesn’t understand boundaries because she hasn’t had other dogs to play with and she’s only 11 months old like Chia. Those two would really hit it off.
Everyone left us alone and let us work it out. I was a good teacher. We played a little bit, too.
Lucy: We were at our Grandma’s house, and our Dad’s two sisters were there. They are our Aunt Jenny and Aunt Bobbi. The other pup behind Xena and Jemma is Aunt Bobbi’s dog Daisy. She’s a farm dog from Indiana. She was real nice, and pretty much left everyone alone.
We were way out in the country in an area called The Territories. Xena and I got to play outside in the big yard while Mom helped Aunt Bobbi and her husband Uncle Dennis pull weeds and make the area around the house look better. We ran and ran and chased each other. Then we saw a baby deer, so we chased it! We got called back before we could catch it, though.
Xena: I wasn’t sure about Aunt Bobbi at first, and wanted to go to my Uncle Dennis. But when Mommy handed me to Aunt Bobbi I could tell how much she wanted me to like her, so I did. I even let her baby hold me.
Early Monday we started on the 87, er, 14 hour ride home. No one was at our house when we got home that night exceptin’ for Riley. He was real happy to see us, too. Then Mommy disappeared for a little while the next morning and came back with…guess who. Yep, you probably guessed…it was Chia. She was over the moon excited to see us.
Lucy: She was moving so fast that she was a blur, not just in the picture, either. I was still a bit groggy from all the Sea Beady oil I took on the way home, so I hid from everyone the rest of the day.
Xena: The next morning I played with Chia for a while after Mommy told meto stop being so ugly to her. She finally wore out and slept most of the day close to where Mommy was working for the synagogue.
Later, I got to laugh at her, cause she had to wear my big girl panties! BOL, BOL, BOL! Can you see the look she’s giving Mommy?
Then Mommy forgot to take them off of her when she went out to potty. ROTFL (Roll On The Floor Laughing)! At least I never pooped my pants! For once in my life I’m glad we’ve got two more pair, a purple one and a green one. She’ll probably be wearing them for another week or two.
Lucy: At least she went out to potty, even if she did it in her diaper! Mr. Ron said “he” was a very good girl the whole time “he” was there. “He” didn’t mess in the house at all and didn’t tear up anything. But “he” did try to take off when “he” saw a squirrel on their short walk, and “he” pulled Mr. Ron over a fence. Poor Mr. Ron has a lot of physical problems because of being in the service. We don’t know what all happened to him, but he’s not got a lot of strength and has had lots of operations on his back. Anyhow, Mr. Ron said he didn’t get hurt. Whew! About then Mom gently said, “You know Chia is a girl, right? She’s in heat.” Mr. Ron said he knew that, and had been thinking about a new name for “him”, like Rocky or a couple of other boy names that he said. Again, Mom gently reminded him that Chia is a girl. We think Chia may always be a boy to him.
Mr. Ron wants to keep Chia or Rocky or whoever. He fell in love with him, er, her, just like Mom figured he would. Chia cuddled up next to him all the time, or laid in the same “baby hold” that Xena does. But his son was coming with his German Shepherd that would have attacked and killed Chia. After that he has several trips planned. So Mom suggested that they share her. She would live with Mr. Ron when he was home and it was safe to do so. We would keep her the rest of time, even if Mr. Ron just needed a “time-out.” He had to think about that for a minute, and then decided he liked that idea.
Xena: I like that idea too. That way I can still be the baby most of the time. She will still come here and we can play and have fun and be a bigger family. And when she’s gone we can rest and play with each other and take trips and do Freestyle and, and, and…. maybe miss her, too.
Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess, Riley and Chia wishing you a happy Wordy Wednesdy.
Jeff: Amy, I was meditating downstairs and I started hearing a dog whine. It kept getting louder. Come down and see if you hear it.
Jeff and Amy standing downstairs while Amy tries to not tell her husband she thinks he’s hearing things.
Amy: I’ll take a look outside. Begins to walk through the groom room and sees a dog in the kennel.She walks upstairs and wakes up son.
Amy: Andrew, do you know anything about the dog that’s in my grooming kennel this morning?
Andrew: *yawn* I’m keeping her there until I can figure out what to do with her. She’s only 10 months old and she poops in the house and chews up things. Followed by long explanation.
Amy: No you’re not. I’m going to clean out Xena’s nice kennel upstairs for her. Then we’ll start working on housebreaking her and she can go out in the dog lot to play. When we can’t watch her closely she can stay in Xena’s kennel in the living room. I’ll get the stuffies out of it first.
Chica (orignally named Chico, but we changed it since she’s a girl) did her business outside and is ready to play!
The girls were still trying to sort out why this new pup is here and what to do about it. They all went back out a few minutes later and played in earnest. They haven’t had this much exercise in a while. Chica went into Xena’s open kennel and is taking a nap in her own bed. We are guessing she’s a jack russel terrier terrier/dachsund mix. Her body is way too long for just a terrier. She’s good natured, willing to submit to both Lucy and Xena, and full of energy.
Who knows where this will all end…in the meantime, we’re hoping for the best with her. (Stay in a little kennel by herself downstairs indeed! Not on my watch!!)
Hi, it’s me, Xena! I know y’all were waiting to hear, so here I am, letting you know I got my Level 3 Canine Freestyle title. Here’s a picture of me with my ribbons. I can’t eat them, but I’ve been promised some steak for lunch. There’s also a bottle of Prosecca Champagne in the picture. Obviously, I’m not allowed to drink that, either. More about that in a bit.
Can you tell I’m still at the hotel? It’s much nicer than last time, when we went away for me to earn my Level 2B title and Mommy got mad and we changed hotels late at night. This is what happened. Now, before I go on, I want to tell you about my new friend.
On Saturday I met a nice Standard Poodle named Malachi. His Mommy is a dog groomer, just like my Mommy. He has sort of an Asian blend groom, which she did just for our get together in Ohio. He told me when he gets home that he’s getting his legs and body shaved so that he doesn’t have to get brushed all the time. Sounds like a plan.
Malachi was a Level 2. It was his and his Mommy’s first time to try to title. Level 1 is “on-leash” and we’re allowed to skip that level if we (we=the dog and the Mom or Dad) agree that the Mom or Dad can behave off-leash and stay with their dog. Even though Malachi’s Mommy was really nervous, he performed outstandingly with her and they got the equivalent of best in show on Saturday.
On Saturday, Mommy was really nervous and I picked up on that (of course) and I lagged behind and didn’t do everything we had rehearsed. Mommy was really surprised when we titled. We had to get at least 65 points to title, and we got 68.5 points. That is the first ribbon in the picture The second ribbon is for us coming in first in our class (Level 3). It didn’t matter that I was the only dog performing in Level 3. I was still #1! And everyone kept saying how cute I am. That should count for something, too, right? Especially since I had to put up with another bath that morning to be so cute.
Even though we got enough points to win the title, Mommy didn’t think we deserved it. We had a chance to perform again on Sunday to try to get a better score and a performance that didn’t embarrass us both. We knocked it out of the park on Sunday. (I heard Mommy say that, and I could tell it was a good thing.) I couldn’t get titled again, but I did get a score of 70.5 – two points higher – and another first place ribbon. All the other peeps were telling Mommy how great we looked out on the floor, what a great team we were, how we flowed together and gooey stuff like that. I even made up a new Freestyle figure toward the end. Mommy did real good following me, too! Now that’s teamwork.
Did you see that bottle of champagne in the first picture? My new friend Malachi won a bottle and wine glass just like that on Saturday. Mommy kept looking over at the one still there on Sunday, thinking, I sure would like to win that.
At the very end of every Freestyle event, one or two dogs and their people get called up to the front. Mommy was thinking Let is be us, let it be us. And it was!! It was us and Malachi!
I tied with Malachi for the award for High Artistic Achievement and the Joan Tennille award. (Joan Tennille and her husband Carl were the founders of the Canine Freestyle Federation.) I won that bottle of champagne and the glass for my Mommy! And Malachi’s name and my name will be engraved on the Joan Tennille plaque. I’m famous!
I am Xena the Title 3 Schnauzer Warrior with two titles, three new ribbons, and a half empty bottle of champagne.
Pee Ess: We’ll post my video as soon as my Daddy – who was the official videographer – gets it ready.
We are joining Arty, Jakey, Rosy and Sunny of the LLB Gang with much thanks for hosting Nature Friday.
After our grand adventure at the Greenway last week, Mommy took us back the next day to try another trail off the main path. This trail started out with a sign saying the Boy Scouts had created it. That sounded promising, right? Well, sorta. Soon after we started along it, it started to climb. Not as steeply as the day before, but we were definitly going up.
The sun was shining in between the trees and everything was either green or brown. Once again, Mommy let go of our leashes and let us lead the way. Lucy didn’t want to get too far from Mom, so it was me who led. Before long, the path narrowed as the trees closed in.
We saw off to our left a huge tree that was uprooted. All the dirt was still on the roots, so we think it must not have fallen over too long ago.
The trail finally leveled out and me and Lucy, we both decided we wanted to be really close to Mommy. The problem was that she kept tripping over us or stepping on our leashes. You should have seen the nice little dances she did to avoid falling. Except once. She did fall once and her right ankle twisted just a little and she landed on the palms of her hands. We both were worried she got hurt and ran to her to see if she was ok. She said, “You know, girls, if I fall out here in the middle of nowhere and get hurt, it could be days before anyone found us.” (She wasn’t hurt.) So, thinking about all the meals we would miss in that time, we were much more careful — especially after Mommy said we would need to let her lead the way so we weren’t in her way.
We saw a lot of trees that had fallen over and were rotting, along with some that were rotting while still standing in place.
That one on the right scared Mommy and she hurried us past it.
There were a couple of signs with the word “Trail” and pointing which way to go. One was at a point where we could have gone kinda to the right and definitely up. As we started to go back down we got to a big downed log that had been cut in the middle to make a couple of steps.
That was nice. It was kinda like finding a present out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere.
The trail eventually led back down to the start of the trail we followed the day before. That explained the part of the trail where we could have turned to keep going up. We’re all getting to know the trails better, but there are a lot more to explore. We’ll save those for another day.
We are joining Arty, Jakey, Rosy and Sunny of the LLB Gang with much thanks for hosting Nature Friday.
We found some wild flowers–or maybe weeds–growing along our driveway. We are going to call them wild violets and wild daisies. We don’t know if that’s right, but it sounds good to us.
Mommy’s been trying to take us to the Greenway every day. Yesterday was a beautiful day with lots of sunshine and the afternoon temperatures in the low 60’s F. We love when Daddy comes too, but it’s really more fun when it’s just us and Mommy. She’s got an adventurous side that borders on dangerous, and that gets our blood running. Well, that, and she walks a lot faster when it’s just us. Yesterday’s adventure also got our heart rates up and our tongues hanging down. We took a side dirt trail going up. And up. And up. There were rocks and roots and downed trees to navigate. It was all woods on either side of us and not another soul in sight, dog or peep or squirrel or bear or coyote or…
Lucy: Xena, that’s enough. Just tell our story.
Xena: You’re no fun. Anyhoo. we passed some branch-offs and we asked to take the first one to the left, but Mommy said, “Let’s keep climbing and see where we end up.” She finally let go of our leashes and said we would all have to walk a little slower to get her heart rate down. So we did. Me and Lucy, we listen really good on our walks. We all kept thinking that around the next corner, the trail would start to go down again. Nope. Maybe around the next corner, and so on. It just kept climbing, and so did we. After we had climbed what felt like 87 miles we met a man coming down the trail and Mommy asked him where it went. He said it kept getting steeper and went to the top of Big Ridge. Now, I know you don’t know what Big Ridge is, but believe me, even the drive up it is steep and like a snake.
With that info, Mommy finally decided we would turn around and head back down. “Are we going home?” we both asked, and for emphasis, we both started coughing.
“Let’s keep walking the main trail loop around to the car. Then we’ll go home and I’ll fix your dinners,” she said.
All we heard was dinner, so we were definitely with that program.
We got to the giant tree that was laying across the path. On the way up the mountain big hill, I showed Lucy how to jump up on it to get across. This time Lucy went first. I jumped up behind her, but I wanted to see more, so I moved up.
I thought she was holding her tail up so I could walk under her. I didn’t realize it was because she saw something interesting. Then I saw Mommy had her phone camera pointing at us.
After Mommy managed to get over the big tree, she saw why she couldn’t get Lucy to look at the phone camera. There was another man with a big black lab coming up the mountain hill. The end.
Lucy: That wasn’t a good ending. You left everything hanging.
Lucy: The guy detoured around us, we walked another 87 miles. On the way a couple stopped us so the lady could pet me *wags!* and asked what schnauzers were like. After Mom bored her half to death with long details, we finished the trail, drove home and had dinner. The end.
Xena: Well that was anti-climatic. I’ve gotta teach you how to tell a good story.
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…
Lucy: We were thinking about what recipe we could help Mom post, and the weather was so nice that we sat outside with her at lunchtime.
Xena: Mommy and Daddy had their lunch. We just got some measly snacks.
Lucy: Right. Anyhow, they were eating chili even though it was warm, so we thought, hmm, Mom made this all in one pot, and there is a sort of a sauce in it, so why not!? (We know this because we watch her cook. You never know when something’s gonna hit the floor or get tossed your way.)
Our friend John, who comes every Sunday to help Dad with the Zoom service for the church, gave us this recipe. We sure miss him. He got awful, awful sick with that awful flu thing and has been in the hospital for a month. We put our paws together a lot for him. No one knew if he was gonna live, but he’s finally off the respirator and getting ready to go home. We hope he comes back to our house and pets us some more. Umm, I mean,and helps Dad on Sundays.
The recipe is called Kim’s Kickin’ Chili and this is an honest to goodness picture of it in Mom’s bowl. (We wish it was in our bowls… mmm)
That’s sour cream and guacamola on top. And there’s 100% grass-fed ground beef and four different kinds of beans in it, along with tomatoes cooked in the instant pot and 2 cans of chili tomatoes. The beans were cooked in the instant pot, too! We think our Mom is in love with her new instant pot!
Xena: We coudn’t come up with a one pan recipe with sauce for me and Lucy, so we’re going to pass on ours until next month. We’ll have an Easter treat recipe for all our four-legged friends.
Love, wiggles and licks from Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Xena: Did you know this is Dr. Seuss Day, Lucy? All kinds of weird and fun things can happen today. Let’s pose for a fun picture.
Don’t look so freaked out. Here, I got us some Dr. Seuss Cat in the Hat hats. Let’s put them on and try another picture.
That’s lots better, Lucy. Lucy? Are you there? Are we here? I’m, I’m starting to feel weird. What’s happening? Do you feel it?
What the? Where are we? What happened? I don’t feel like myself.
We’re not at home anymore, Xexe. (And we’re not in Kansas, either.) It’s like these hats are magical. Don’t look back, but there’s a transparent cat behind us on the couch. I think it’s the REAL Cat in the Hat.
So you wanna chase him?
No! Anyhow he’s gone now. What do you think we should do?
Look! When I get on the couch, the Dr. Seuss saying changes to be just for me!
Oops, there goes my hat.
Yep, that sure is you, little sis. Hop down and let me try it!
Dr. Seuss must know I love to get my teeth brushed and I want to keep them all, so they all get brushed! Say, did you hear that noise? I think someone’s coming…they’re getting closer…and closer…*shudder*
Let’s make a run for it!
Riley: What are y’all doin’ with those silly hats on? Come play with me, Lucy.
Our Angel Lexi lived by many of Dr. Seuss’ sayings. Here she is with one of her favorites.
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..