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
July 26th 2013 12:31 pm
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It's been a pretty sad couple of weeks around here. First, Dad had to have my sister Ivy "put to sleep." Mom explained that meant she died and went to heaven. Dad cried a lot and didn't eat much all week. Then he got a phone call and was upset all over again because his father died. I only met his father once, so I wasn't too sad. I stayed with my dad a lot to try to help him feel better.
Next thing I know, everyone is packing their bags and getting ready to leave town. I was excited at the prospect of a trip - I usually get to stay in a hotel and eat scrambled eggs in the morning. Then Mom starts explaining to me about my brother Andrew coming to stay with me, and I get real upset. No! I want to go! Riley noses in on the action and Mom tells him about Andrew and Connor coming and he gets all happy-like. Aghhhh! I want to go, I want to go, I want to gooooooooooooooo!!!!
July 1st 2013 2:55 pm
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It is summer and my boat is working! I have been going boating every weekend and love it – well most of the time I love it. I have already had a few disappointments and one accident!
The first time I went out on my boat no one brought any treats or food. What were they thinking? Riley came with us that time. If it was a matter of weight, they could have left Riley at home and brought food, don’t you think? He got too hot and panted a lot and couldn’t go in the water because he is too heavy for anyone to be able to lift back into the boat. So I think that is the end of that – unless, of course, Dad buys some kind of lift he was talking about attaching to the front of the boat to haul Riley in. That is almost too ridiculous to even consider.
This past weekend my sister Lily came along on Saturday. We were parked at the dock, getting things ready to cruise the lake, when Lily turned her big behind around toward me and knocked me off the boat, smack dab into the water. I don’t think she even knew what she had done. Dog overboard! I swam around the boat in a clockwise direction – as I always do – and Mom met me at the dock to pull me out. I’ll tell you, it is a bit harder to swim without a life jacket. I really hate wearing them, but now I understand better why I need one. Lily never settled down the whole time we were on the lake, so I think she might not be coming back either.
Sunday was the best. It was just me and Mom and treats. I got hot pretty quickly and asked to go in for a quick swim. Mom let me swim around the boat – clockwise of course – one time without my life jacket. The next time in I had on my life jacket and I swam and swam until my legs got really tired trying to keep from being pulled away by the current. Mom was in the water too so she couldn’t just reach down and pull me up. Instead, she slung me over her shoulder and climbed up the ladder with me like I was a sack of potatoes. You had better believe I was one happy sack of potatoes to be back in my pontoon boat. We ate some fruit and rice cakes and I took a little nap and felt much better. I sure hope we go again soon!
Lexi, the boating schnauzer
May 8th 2013 6:28 pm
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I had my birthday yesterday and I am ten years old. I hear that is a milestone. Don't believe all this stupid math about one dog year equal seven human years. It really doesn't work that way. And no one would think I was a day over, well, five, maybe. I don't really understand all this number stuff any way. I just know I am healthy and look fabulous. My hair is beautiful, my teeth are clean, my eyes are bright and there is a definite jaunt in my step. I can bark as loud as ever and run with the big dog. Every year the vet asks if my appetite is good. I am a schnauzer, for heaven's sake! Of course my appetite is good.
Speaking of birthdays and appetites, what a great day! I went to work with Mom and joined everyone in their staff meeting, which means all the staff was there. They had cupcakes for my birthday and I ate an orange one and a white one. They were mini-cupcakes, I think because I am a mini-schnauzer. So I had one plus one. We went for a walk around downtown and I thought - or hoped - I would get to go in another restaurant like I did the last time I played Toto. No such luck. After we left the church we headed to the pet store where I got to sniff everything and get one plus one treats at the checkout. I got the plus one because it was my birthday. I love birthdays. On the drive home, Mom gave me one of the new treats she bought.
I did get a bit upset when we got home because no one gave me my kibble and it was getting late - well past my supper time. The thought was that I had been eating all day and should be ok for a while. Soon I found out why I didn't get my kibble...Mom cooked me a Healthy Choice dinner and I sat at the table and ate with Mom and Dad. Mom held the fork for me and helped me eat the green beans, chicken, sweet potatoes and wild rice. Yummy! Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did - white cake with lots of frosting. I had to share with Riley, but he still didn't get to sit on a chair at the table like me.
Birthdays are the best, especially when they are mine!
Lexi, the birthday girl
April 23rd 2013 5:11 pm
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Mom was looking all over the house when she finally stopped and said, "Lexi, find Lily." For those of you not in the know, Lily is my 15 year old step-sister, a biggish orangish dog. As I was in my closet at the time - that is, the master closet where my kennel resides - I started there, then stood up with my paws on the bathroom cupboards so I could try to see if she was on top of the bathroom counter. Nope. Not there. I proceeded to the living room, sniffing and using my good eyesight, but no Lily. I continued on into the kitchen, which would have been my choice of a place to hide, but not there either. I ran back to my Dad's home office and sure enough, there she was. I let out a loud bark so Mom would know I had found Lily. Mom was so happy with me that she gave me a treat. Right in front of my brother Riley.
He, he, wasn't Lily surprised!
Lexi, the tracking schnauzer
April 17th 2013 4:40 pm
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It started out similar to any other day at the children's hospital except, since it was the week before Easter, many of the children had left or were preparing to leave. After quickly making the usual rounds, we headed up to the outpatient section on the third floor. As we stepped off the elevator I saw two nurses who standing outside the doors of a place I had never been called the IC Unit. They oohed and awed over me as usual. Now, please don't think I tire of such adulation - to the contrary, I live for it. Mom says that is why I am so good on stage. But I digress. They told us to come into the unit, but I think they were worried because they were looking around like I do when I want to snatch some of my brother’s food. I wasn’t worried, though. What’s the worst that could happen? I have certainly been thrown out of nicer places. And worse, come to think of it. So in we went, and I visited with only one person, but it was sure worth it. She asked me to sit in the bed with her while she pet me like she really knew what she was doing. She grinned from ear-to-ear and said I had made her day. I could tell she really needed me there so I settled in for the long haul. When I finally had to move on, she smiled at me until I was out of sight. I heard one of the nurses say she had been crying because her family didn’t have any gas to come and visit her. I sure hope Mom never runs out of gas. I am not sure what it is but it seems like something that is really important to have.
From there we went into the outpatient unit where I visited with only one child. As we were leaving a doctor stopped us and asked if we would wait for his patient to wake up but Mom said she had better get back to work. Then, as we were waiting to get on the elevator, someone from a place called ABC stopped us and asked if they could film me with one of the patients. Mom whipped out her cell phone and called her boss to let him know we were going to be a bit late and why. It was real quiet for a minute and later I found out that her boss didn’t say anything for a while. Boy, wasn’t he surprised! Then he said it was ok, so we went back in and I did my therapy thing for the camera. It was a little hard to do though, because I normally do therapy as a reaction to what the patient needs, and this patient didn’t really seem to need me. Dang, if I had just had some warning I could have gone into acting mode and oohed and awed everyone. I got bored with the whole thing and went to the bottom of the bed to get a better look at the camera, and so it could get a better picture of me. The people were real nice to me and told us that it would air on ABC National during some Children’s Miracle Telethon in the middle of a golf tournament. Mom explained that meant I was going to be on TV where hundreds, no thousands, no – thousands of thousands of people would see me. Woohoo! I wish they could all give me treats and ask to have their pictures taken with me.
The doctor showed up again and asked if we could come see his patient because she had really wanted to see me before she fell asleep so he could do something called an operation. She was still asleep, but her family said that was ok, just put me up close to her in the bed so they could all take pictures to show that I had come to visit her. I posed some more while everyone’s cell phone flashed.
On the way home, Mom called Mary Gardner – who had forgotten about coming to take me to the hospital – and said, boy, did you ever miss it today! He, he, wasn’t she surprised!
February 14th 2013 2:49 pm
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I hope everyone is having a delicious Valentine's Day with all your favorite treats. Actually, I wish I was the one getting all my favorite treats. Let me tell you how my day began.
Just before mom left for work she tried to give me one of those hard candy hearts that have something called writing on them. I have had them before and know they aren't any good. When I wouldn't take it she laid it on the kitchen floor in front of me. I sensed she would be disappointed if I rejected her love offering, so I picked it up, carried it in the other room and laid it down. I hope she didn't see me do that because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Then I ran back to say goodbye before burying the icky candy in the couch for good.
Actually, I ran back to ask if I could go with her this being Thursday and all. Statistically speaking I go with mom to work on Thursdays more than any other day so I figured my chances were pretty good as opposed to, say, a Monday. But no,she said I needed to stay home and sit in dad's lap a lot today.
So how do I get rewarded? Dad told mom that he was worried about me because I was sitting in his lap a lot today, which is a deviant from my normal aloof behavior. Mom reminded him that I was just doing what she had asked me to do. That seemed to worry him even more!
Then mom told him that she was worried about me because I didn't eat the candy she gave me this morning and maybe he should take my temperature. Thankfully, dad isn't big into sticking things in my derriere, so that didn't happen. Whew, missed that bullet.
All this just because I was trying to be nice. What is that saying... oh yes, no good deed goes unpunished.
Well, we did go for a good walk and I got to poop in other yards where cats live and watch mom clean it up. That kind of made up for the rest of the day. I am pretty tired from being so nice today, so I think I will go to bed early and hope for a better nite-nite treat.
Love to all,
Lexi the nice Schnauzer
December 28th 2012 12:51 pm
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Hello my adoring fans,
Once again, pet therapy day arrived. Why do people always ask if I am going to get therapy? Do they think I need it? Surely not! I am going to GIVE it. Ughh. People can be so frustrating when they aren't petting me and giving me treats.
First thing in the morning Mom plopped me in the sink and gave me a bath. Good grief, can't I at least wake up a bit more before the torture begins? I endured it for the sake of the children. I love the children. I love seeing them smile. I smile at them, too.
Then Mom found out that our friend, Mary Gardner, couldn't take me because she had company and something about rats. Mom said, no Mary Gardner didn't have rats. Mom claims M.G. just SAID "rats!" as in, "Rats, I can't take Lexi today." But I still think she had rats and that is why she couldn't take me. If she had just come and gotten me, I could have helped her out. I am a ratter breed, you know. That, by the way, is why Mom won't get a guinea pig. She thinks I will... ummmm... yep I probably would. Yummy!
So Mom ended up taking me to the hospital and the kids and I smiled at each other a lot. I sat in their beds and presented my rump and they knew what to do. I can tell who has dogs at home because they are the best petters. They know which spots to hit and how to hit it juuuuust right.
I guess that's all I have to say today. Everyone stay warm. I have my own natural winter coat since mom doesn't shave me in the winter. Please try to not be too jealous.
Lexi the warm schnauzer
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