May 30th 2010 5:40 pm
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Today Mom and I started back into Freestyle. Mom calls it doggie dancing. Dad says it is coordinated movement. I just call it fun! I get lots of treats and good girls, and that makes me smile a lot. They play my favorite music, Split Rail Fences by the hammered dulcimer player, Dan Landrum. I can really get going to that music. Everyone said such nice things about me, like I am smart and beautiful and a natural at this. Of course it is all true, and I already know these things, but it is still nice to hear them.
Oh yes, I did want to mention something that mom thinks is really neat. Last week we went to the children's hospital to make kids smile. I am really good at that, too, by the way. So the lady who takes us around and opens the kids doors for me (I think everyone calls her Lois) said, "Let's go to room 316." I forged ahead and stopped at that room. When we were done there, she said, "Now we are going to room 319." Again, I went on ahead and stopped at that room. Mom and the Lois lady don't know how I knew which room. He, he. I don't think I will tell them.
Keep on woofing!
Lexi the dancing dog
May 9th 2010 8:39 am
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It's been such a busy year!
My birthday was Friday, and I went to St. Paul' Episcopal church (where Mom works) to spend the day. We had a party--cupcakes and doggie ice cream for me, people ice cream for everyone else. How many schnauzers do you know who get to have a birthday party at church! I have been there more lately, since our house is up for sale and I go with mom when there is going to be a showing. Everyone loves me (of course) as I play mymagic on them. If mom can't find me, she just has to look for who has food at their desk. I will be sitting there staring at them. Not long ago I greeted the financial secretary at the back door, made her understand I wanted her to follow me, and led her into the work room where I had detected bagels on the table, but couldn't reach them. Ihad been sitting staring up at the table until I heard Gail come in and ran to ask for some help. Unfortunately, Gail didn't give me one. Speaking of food, I am thriving on Blue Buffalo Salmon and Sweet Potato. What a great brand! Dad put my sisters on it too, and no more allergy problems.
It has been another exciting year for me! Mom and I graduated from 3 agility classes; then mom put it down for a while. I was doing fine. Mom was having trouble keeping her bearings on the course. So then we moved on to Freestyle with a different group. Pam Moore (with Sophie) was in agility with us, and went on to Freestyle. Sophie has really blossomed with this special attention. She even won some events her first time out at an agility competition! Anyhow, it was mostly just meand Sophie in the Freestyle training with a couple of good teachers (and mom and Pam). They were starting to prepare us to compete in the April event here in Chattanooga. Then another opportunity opened that I couldn't resist--I was asked to play Toto again at the Colonnade in Ringgold, GA. We had 6 weeks of rehearsals and 2 weekends of performance, and it knocked us out of Freestyle training. I figured we could get back into Freestyle, but this opportunity wouldn't wait. Anyhow, Ibonded with my new Dorothy, who mom couldn't call Dorothy, because every time she did, I went running off looking for Kim, who played my first Dorothy. So mom just called her by her name, Kandis. The wicked witch, Jan, used to train dogs, so we spent some time at her house with Kandis, too, during which time I also bonded with her...not such a good thing. Read on... The second weekend of the play, during the scene where Miss Gulch (also played by Jan) has lost "that dratted dog" and gone back to the farm looking for me, I got away from a distracted Kandis (who was probably texting, but definitely not watching me) and run back out on stage to Jan, where I stop and look up at Jan. Jan looked down at me and cracks up. At that point "Uncle Henry" points at me and says, "there's that dratted dog!" and, as if on cue, I run back off the stage to mom. Everyone in the audience roared with laughter.
I remember my role from 2 1/2 years ago. I picked up old habits, like how I followed the foursome down the yellow brick road. My agility and freestyle training had honed my responsiveness to their movements. And yes, in the opening scene where I run out onto stage at the end of the Rainbow song, ending up in Dorothy's arms, everyone still went, "awwwwww."
Jennefer (Piper's mom) and my mom are still good friends. So she comes the first night the play opens and sits in the second row. Yeah, not a good idea. Halfway through the second act, I peep out from behind the curtain, spot her, and tear across the stage, down the stairs and leap into her lap! Jennefer said she felt like such a proud aunt. People started asking her if I was her dog, and she said, no, I am her niece. Now we call her "Auntie Jen."
The same doggie bakery who made all my healthy treats and "hot dogs" (really dog biscuits) donated them for the play. They remembered me.
A couple of weeks after the play ended, Mom and Dad and I attended the cast party. They played the video of one of the performances, and at the end of the opening credits, it said, in great big letters, "Introducing Lexi as Toto". Not quite accurate, but prettty neat, nonetheless. I mingled and when dinner was served I sat at the head of one of the tables and ate my salmon and asparagus off a fork (of course Mom cut it up and helped me with the fork). I never, ever, put my head down into the plate when sitting at a table. I to know that would be extremely bad manners.
I go once a month to T.C. Thompson Children's hospital. Among all my tricks, the best one is putting a big smile on a sick kid's face. I sit quietly on the bed next to a child to let him/her pet me. I don't move around the bed or ever step on the child, which is pretty important since many have had surgery. We would both love to go more often, but there are too many dogs who love to do the same thing. Mom is certainly blessed to have a boss who sees the importance in what we do, that she can take off work every month to do this.
I am scheduled to go to an elementary school next week. The children have been reading about service dogs, and they want me to come so they can see a real, live, therapy dog.Mom says I will probably spend the time sniffing under their desks for crumbs!
It's been such a busy year! I am looking forward to lots more fun in the year ahead.
Ya'all be good, and if you can't be good, don't get caught!
Lexi, the birthday girl
April 5th 2010 7:19 pm
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I got to perform for two weekends, and I love, love, love it! Just imagine all the treats you want, plus people oowing and awwwwing over you. And lots of petting, too. Who wouldn't love the stage life!! My mom and dad took me to the cast party. It was in an Episcopal church where the director (CJ) is the choir master. CJ gave me all the treats that were left from the play, but mom wouldn't let me eat them all right then. I sat at the head of one of the tables and had my own plate of salmon and asparagus. Then I had my own piece of cake, too. I ate very nicely off the fork, with my mom helping me. I never put my head down in the plate when I am sitting at the table. What do you think, I am barbarian? No, I have good table manners. I learned them by watching my mom.
After we ate we watched a video of the play. In the opening credits, it said really big, INTRODUCING LEXI AS TOTO. He, he. That's me! Everyone laughed and applauded. Someone said I am type cast now that I have played Toto in two plays. I hope type cast means I get a lot of treats!
Now I am staying at home a lot, and I don't like that so much. Mom took me to the park today, and I ran a lot, but the sun was hot on my pretty black hair. I can't take too much of the sun and heat. Then we took a long ride and I cooled off in the air conditioning. Mom said to be sure to say happy Easter to all you great woofers. Bye for now!
Lexi the unemployed Toto
February 7th 2010 3:06 pm
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I'm Toto again!! This time I'm with Kandis instead of Dorothy. Mom said, "Here's Dorothy," and I looked all around for my Dorothy. I don't know why mom said that when Dorothy wasn't there. So Kandis is fun and gives me lots of treats and says a lot of the same things Dorothy said. We are doing something called rehearsing every Thursday night. We have to drive farther than we did before, but I love riding, so that is ok with me.
People wonder if I get confused when they call me Toto instead of Lexi. Heck no...I know it really means, "Lexi, you are going to get lots of treats and attention!" So I always answer to Toto. Wouldn't you?
Wishing you lots of treats.
Lexi the Toto
January 4th 2010 6:27 pm
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I am back from the great North! No one told me about the snow, and, being a Georgia peach, I had plum forgotten. Me and mom and dad headed out in the car, and, after several hours, I had to do you-know-what. So dad stopped for gas, then put my leash on me and walked me around. Only I couldn't find any grass! No, not even any dirt! Next thing I know, dad had dumped me in this cold, white stuff. When I recovered from the shock, I bunny hopped around in it and found I could turn it yellow, then back-kick lots of it on top to make it white again. What fun! When I leaped back into the car onto Mom's lap, I was white all over. She squealed, grabbed a blanket and wrapped me up in it. For once, I didn't fight the blanket wrap. It felt good to be in a warm blanket while the white stuff they call snow melted all around me.
We stayed in the same hotel where I sleep in the great big huge bed and eat scrambled eggs in the morning. Dad said I had to be very quiet in the room while they went out to catch the chicken so they could get my eggs--otherwise, I might scare away the chicken and then no eggs. It took them awhile to catch that durned chicken, but I was rewarded with a plate of nice warm scrambled eggs. Later, mom said she doesn't know why we get a king sized bed, when she and dad and I all sleep so close we only take up about 1 foot of it. I think my mom is funny sometimes.
After breakfast we went on up to Illinois to visit my grandma and grandpa and aunts and uncles and all their pooches. We had Christmas all over again, and wouldn't you know it, someone bought me clothes. I could have barked for joy when mom said, no, Lexi hates clothes. Then she tried one of them on me to prove they were too small anyhow, and took it right back off. I did get some tennis balls, but I got hit in the eye and on top of the head with one because I was too distracted to play. I was kinda scared of the balls for a while after that, but I am over it now. I don't know why no one bought me treats.
I want you to know, I made up for the lack of treats after I got home. Mom and dad went to work the next day after getting home, and I headed straight for the big bucket of greenies. Wasn't it sweet of them to leave the greenies where I could reach them with no trouble!? I ate about half of them. Then I took one upstairs to the bedroom so I could eat it later. But my tummy was too full, so I just carried it around that night. In fact, my tummy was so full that I didn't eat my dinner that night or my breakfast or dinner the next day.
Then I went and stayed with my auntie Jennefer, my bestest friend. I was so embarrassed when she told mom that my poop was bright green! Now, I wonder what could have caused that? While I was there, my schnauzer buddy Milo said it would be fun to attack the cat that lives with them. He said the cat hasn't been feeling well, so we should have a pretty easy time of it. Auntie Jen broke that up really fast, and didn't she go and tell my mom! Mom was mad at me for 2 whole days and wouldn't play with me or give me treats. Wow, I don't think I will do that again. Actually, mom made me promise that I wouldn't, and then she forgave me and we made up.
Now my sisters are here and she's sharing my greenies with them. If you know anything about schnauzers, you know we don't like to share. It's bad enough I have to share my house and yard with them every other week. Well, it's bedtime, and I want to go get in my kennel so my sister Lily doesn't try to get in it first. I am going to go wait in my kennel for my night-night treat.
I hope you all had good holidays and got lots of treats, cause I don't want to have to share mine.
Lexi, the selfish schnauzer
December 5th 2009 8:47 am
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Hi doggie friends,
Mom and I are now doing Freestyle dancing. We go to a fun place where a teacher shows mom how to dance, then I do it with her. It's a little different than ballroom dancing. I don't stand up on my hind legs and move around like when we ballroom dance. Instead, I follow mom and sometimes she follows what I want to do. There's cool music, like Dan Landrum and his hammered dulcimer. My friend Pam and her schnauzer Sophie and her daughter (and my friend) Savannah were there. Pam and Sophie were dancing, too. Once again, I get lots of treats. Life is very good.
Lexi the Freestyle Dog
October 15th 2009 5:18 pm
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Hello fellow woofers. As usual, I was right. Mom and dad and I went on vacation. My step-sisters didn't get to go (yahoo!). We went to a motel in Chicago where I had my own big bed to sleep in, and, as usual, got scrambled eggs for breakfast. I was a very good girl and didn't bark or leave poopy presents. Then we went to a cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. I liked going down to the lake and hanging out with my mom and we even went on an old pontoon boat. It wasn't as nice as my boat, but I still liked the ride. Later in the week we moved to a place called a bed and breakfast. Some bed! I had to sleep in a kennel. I did get a good breakfast of leftovers from the night before. Yummmm. I heard that my dad used to own the house a long time ago and that is the only reason why I was allowed to stay there. I don't understand why they don't allow dogs. Bud lives there, and he is a dog. At least I think Bud lives there and I think he is a dog. I never really saw him until the morning we were leaving, and, from across the yard, he looked more like a hairy footstool. He's something called a Puli. Ever heard of that, my fine furry friends? No, me either. Travelling was a lot of fun, especially all the new smells. There just isn't enough time in the day to take them all in. It is still good to be home in my own kennel every night, drinking out of my own water bottle. "There's no place like home."
Lexi the travelling dog
September 5th 2009 11:11 am
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Something is definitely going on around here. My travel bag is out and mom is putting some of my food and favorite toys and a ball and my bone in it. I think we are going somewhere. I bet mom is taking me to a hotel again, where I get to sleep in a big bed and eat scrambled eggs for breakfast. Then there are all the new, nifty smells. I hope I get to dance and eat lots of treats, too. Oh, wait, I didn't see her pack any t-r-e-a-t-s. (He, he, she thinks I can't spell!) Iwill have to remind her about the treats.
Hmm, now it is starting to make sense that mom and dad were counting on their fingers how many different states I have been in (7) and how many I have stayed overnight in (5)--which, of course, is different than how many I have slept in. :} I will let ya'all know what happens.
Lexi the traveller
September 4th 2009 1:04 pm
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Hi fellow canines,
I think mom has officially lost her mind. She has me running around toilet plungers she has set up in the living room. Mom got this idea from my agility class. Yeah, there are a bunch of these plunger thingies set up in a row right down the middle of the living room. She puts a treat in her hand and weaves it through the plungers for me to follow, while she keeps saying, "weave, weave, weave." I think she is trying to teach me something, but I am concentrating so hard on the hand that has the treat, that is all I can think about.
OK, you may say I am the one who has lost my mind for actually doing it, but what you don't know is that I follow the treat. Yes, always follow the treat.
Lexi, the plunger dog
August 25th 2009 7:16 pm
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Hi friends, especially all my new friends at T.C. Thompson Children's Hospital. I got to visit with some cool teens yesterday. You guys really know how to pet a dog and scratch the best places. I wanted to stay and visit longer, but Mom only had an hour, so we had to leave. Although I want to come back soon, I have to wait until September 24. I really like Fifi, too. She gives me good treats. I saw where she got them, so I jumped on the chair next to the treat jar to try to save her the trouble of getting me more. I stretched as high as I could, but couldn't quite reach it. She saw me trying and helped me out. She's a good one, that gal. I like her, too.
I went to my agility class last night. I keep my eyes on where the treats are so I can skip the table and jumps and stuff and go right to the treat. Mom says I am not supposed to do that, so I try to do all the obstacles in between. Sometimes, though, I just can't help myself!
Next Monday is my final class in this series, and my dad is going to come watch me run the course and get my certificate. I hope this time I get something better than a tasteless piece of paper!
It's pretty boring around here tonight, so I think I will go to bed and wait for my night-night treat.
Lexi the sleepy dog
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