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Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Lexi, The Lexster, Lexi-Toto. Little One
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May 7th 2003
Treats! Interacting with her family and boating, going to the park and performing at the theater
I HATE wearing clothes. They restrict my free spirit and cover my beautiful body. I also dislike being left home alone or ignored. I don't like baths, either. (But who does!?)
I love playing ball. I am really good at catching!
Anything my humans eat, especially sweets. I don't like when Mommy squirts me with the can of whipped cream, but I have learned to fool her by jumping back fast, and I still get my treat.
Signal Mountain trails or anywhere I can run off-leash
Playing Toto in the Wizard of Oz, twirling on my hind legs, creeping
Followed her whole litter from pre-natel through first eight weeks via e-mail pictures and stories. Had chosen another pup via internet, but after observing litter for 2 hours, decided on the fiesty pup who could deal with the big, goofy German Shepherd who would be her big brother.
Her big brother (Ara) now lives in MD, but he gave her supreme confidence through allowing her to totally dominate him. (As though a Schnauzer needs more confidence!). However, there were times when everyone held their breath when her entire head disappeared into his mouth. He soon discovered that he could push a stuffed toy in her mouth to make her stop biting him and pullling on his lip, which could even make a big tough dog squeal! When that didn't work, he would turn her over on her back and lick her tummy (and other things!) which kept her quiet as long as he could keep licking.
Mine, now! - It's the Schnauzer creed.
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FANCYPANTS CAFE, For The Love of Schnauzers, Schnauzers Rule
The Last Forum I Posted In:
is it okay to bathe a dog with human shampoo?
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|June 25th 2005
||More than 9 years!
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January 15th 2014 8:54 am
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I can’t believe it has been since September that my Mom helped me to bark a new blog – I learned this is called a blog, so I may use that word a lot for a while. I know Mom’s been busy, but come on! My blogs are quite important, probably more important than anything except my breakfast and supper and snacks. Definitely more important than brushing and bathing me.
While it is true that to the casual observer I don’t have much to blog about lately, I do stay busy keeping my Dad on track. He works from home, mostly on his computer, so I am not really sure why he couldn’t write my blogs all day. What he is doing could not be more important – or so I thought. Dad has now informed me that my blogging won’t buy me treats or supper, so I had better leave him alone to do his own work. I still forget sometimes, especially when my tummy is growling in the middle of the day and I want my morning go-to-the-mailbox treat or my afternoon after-school treat. No, we don’t go down to the mailbox most mornings now, and I definitely don’t go to school, but that should not interfere with my treat schedule! I try to be helpful by going in his office and reminding him – often. Can you believe he pushes me out and shuts his door? Harumph! That’s the noise I make when he does that. Not that it does any good.
On with my blog…
My beautiful hair has been growing very long and curly since the weather started turning cold. Mom knows I hate wearing clothes, so she lets my shiny black hair grow to keep me warm. I thought, “Yes! No more grooms!” But Mom still combs me and trims my legs and face and bathes me. Darn. I should have her post - another new word I just learned - a new picture of me in all my hairy glory.
Christmas was good with lots of soft, homemade doggie cookies. Mom made pizza flavored cookies, pumpkin pie flavored cookies and peanut butter cookies. I love them all, but the pizza ones are my favorite.
I have started back with Freestyle. It seems Mom and I have both forgotten a lot, so we work together on it most nights. Not for long, but it is fun, and I get treats because I am such a smart girl. I do like to show off what a good dancer I am.
I guess that is all for my blog today. It is time to post it. Blog, blog, blog. BOL!
September 16th 2013 11:35 am
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Mom and I didn’t get to go to the lake at all in August. She and my dad kept going out of town and leaving me with my people brother – actually, leaving my people brother at the house with me. I am not sure who was watching whom. And it rained a lot all month so we still couldn’t go boating even when she was home.
Now it is September and the days are warm and the sun is shining and the weekends are for boating! I got in the water and swam around the pontoon three times yesterday. I mean, I got in the water three times and swam around the boat at least once each time. Just enough to cool off. Oh, that is the life!
The only thing better is that Riley has moved in downstairs with Andrew et al. I hardly ever see him. He is sleeping in bed with them every night and Mom took his food bin downstairs. Now I am the only dog in bed with Mom and Dad and have peace all day.
Yes, life is good.
Lexi, the excellent swimmer and only dog (again)
September 16th 2013 11:34 am
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Mom went on vacation without me the last week of August. Dad stayed with me. I am sure he couldn’t bear to go away without me again. Riley and I slept in the bed with him that whole week. I tried my best to keep Riley off the bed, but he is one persistent mutt.
No sooner did Mom come home (I was too happy to see her to be mad) than Andrew and Jentry and Conner moved into our basement. The basement is nice – it has a kitchen and two real big rooms and a full bathroom. They are supposed to be looking for a house and needed a place to stay. Riley is really, really happy. Sure, I love Andrew, but Riley sticks to him like glue. Also, nine-year-old Connor is playing with him every day. Dad jokes that we got Riley a boy. I don’t believe that every dog needs a boy, but Riley certainly seems to be grooving on it. Maybe this will keep Riley out of my hair. My beautiful hair.
Lexi, the hopeful schnauzer
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