Talk about pawressure, BOL!

So mom was telling me last night that I'm the reason all kinds of big important life changing stuff has happened over the last several years. Sheesh mom, talk about having high standards! BOL!

She says that cause of me, she joined a bunch of schnauzer internet groups and made all kinds of good friends, and of course when we joined Dogster and made lots of great pals! Cause of me she's made lots of the bestest friends.. and me too, I have the bestest paw pals!! It's also cause of me that mom got into schnauzer rescue, and adopted Sydney, and fostered other schnauzers, and adopted Lacey too. But that's not all! She said it's cause of me, how much my grandpawrents love me and love my wonderful pawsonality (seriously! BOL!) and my silliness and character and stuff, it's cause of me that they adopted their very own schnauzers, my cousins Adeline and Samson. So cause of me two homeless schnauzer doggies got a great home with my family! And now cause of me, and ok, lots of it is mostly cause of Samson, my uncle Joey, who love love loves us so much and plays with Samson almost every day, is getting a schnauzer mix doggy of his very own.

Wow, I've accomplished so much! Aw geez, now mom's looking at me with leaky eyes again.. that means (s)mothering's coming... gotta run!

Chiropracted again

The nice holistic vet lady messed with my back and neck again today, and although it was kinda weird and I tried to stay in mom's lap, by the end I was making my happy grunts. The nice vet lady said I looked good - duh, of course! (Mom doesn't let me jump on anything anymore.) I even lost a pound, hey mom, where are those howliday treats?!? I gotta eat up! BOL!

I don't need no stinkin jacket!

I was woofin at the door cause I wanted to go out. Mom put this jacket on me and leashed me up and out we went. I did my business but I wanted that jacket off! So I dropped to the ground to roll around to get that stupid jacket off and OMD the ground was COLD and covered in SNOW! Do not like! Jacket or snow! And mom was laughing at me! I'm gonna go woof neat the treat cabinet instead!

I got kiropracted!

Mom took me to the holistic vet on Saturday. I remembered the office and the nice vet lady. I did my charming wiggle nub butt wiggle when I saw her. She asked mom a bunch of questions while I hung out and sniffed around. Then the vet lady started poking at my back. Then she took me back to get xrays, which I’ve had done before but don’t like! I was all wired up to leave after that torture! Then the vet lady poked at my back again, but she started moving part of it around, and twisting my neck, and it was kinda weird but it felt pretty good. I did my low grumbly happy sound so she’d know I liked it. Then when she was done I ran over to mom and panted all over her so she would know how I felt, BOL.

The vet lady told mom that I have some “chronic change” in my lower back, but it’s nothing to worry about, it just isn’t as neat and clean as the rest of my back. But overall my back is good! See mom, my back is pawfectly fine! Now let me start jumping on my, er, your bed again!!!

Diary of the Day!

Wow!! Thank you Dogster!! Thank you for picking me for Diary of the Day! Thank you to everypup for the cool presents! Aroo! Mom bragged all over the book of faces (tm Fizzy) too, BOL!

Mom's making me and Lacey chicken tonight for celebration, arooo! I'll share if you pups want to come over!

I almost got a squirrel!

And I would have too, if it weren't for my meddling mom! Sheesh! She looked and saw I almost had that sucker by the tail, and she wasn't gonna let me off leash, and I could tell she wouldn't know what to do if I caught it (ok, er, I don't know either, I just know I want one!)... so she stopped and we stopped and that darn squirrel just ra.. er.. crawled quickly forward. Mom squealed that the poor thing (what?!?!) was hurt, and kept walking me and Lacey out of the squirrel's way so it could go somewhere where we weren't scaring it. Which was in a apartment drain pipe, BOL! A pipe with a bushy squirrel tail, BOL! So yah, I was thisclose to catching a squirrel, mom kept squealing about the poor hurt thing, I don't care if it was hurt mom, that's nature and stuff ya know!

What's a Kiropractor?

I hurt my back again this weekend. Mom furgot to block off her bed so I couldn't jump on it, and of course I jumped on it! It's big and comfy and smells like mom, who had been gone furever! (Any time she's gone is furever.) It's mom's fault, she knows I'll jump on anything even if she tells me I'm older and can't jump on stuff like I used to when I was a pup - she's even called me her grumpy old man, sheesh mom, you're old too! Anypaw! She too me to the v-e-t today to check me out, but she said she's prolly taking me to a doggy kiropractor too. She says it's a doggy back doctor. Ruh oh! What's he gonna do to me?!?

Oh, the v-e-t today, well, she poked at me and found the sore spot in my back between lumbar 3 and 4, and she twisted my hips and I didn't like that. But she gave mom good medicines to give me so I feel better. Vet lady and mom talked about fancy specialist stuff that could be done to me, I don't like all that talk. I don't think mom's gonna do any of that fancy stuff, but she did tell me she'd get me a cart if I ever needed one. Mom also boiled chicken for me and Lacey, so that also makes me feel better. Nap time now, whew, what an afternoon!

Growing "old" with mom

Mom told me last night that we're growing old together. I guess she's kinda right, this is the first year I've felt old, like when I hurt my back, and that she's felt old, even though neither of us are old-old, ya know? I've had problems jumping up on stuff, and I've got a few lumps. Mom says I can't tell my furiends why she feels old or else (whatever mom, sheesh), although I will tell ya that some of the hairs on the top of her head are starting to match me, BOL!

Yum!

Mom let me and Lacey sample my barkday cake!! It's YUMMY!! It's got carob powder and honey and yogurt and why do I have to wait until tomorrow to eat more!!! I'm gonna go stand by the counter and bark bark bark!

I'm not the only boy dog in the furmily anymore

We had a new boy doggy join the furmily this weekend; his name is Samson and he's three and crazy and he's gonna live with my grandpawrents and Adeline. Mom's kinda sad, she says I'm not the baby of the furmily anymore. Now she says I am the ... wait fur it... pawtriarch. Sheesh! BOL!