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Rockin' Schnauzerville

In Hiding

This morning Momma left with both Basha and Gizmo and didn't bring them back - seems Giz is gettin adopted and Basha's goin to a permanant foster.
So, that leaves just me and Raoudi. Never ever since I've lived here has it been just two of us and Mom in the house. Momma says she hasn't had just two since August of 2000 when she brought Bo home to live with her and Syd and Annie, and that was before she bought the house.
So, is she relishing having us all to herself? No, indeed. She brushed the heck out of us, bathed us both and has cut my hair and is now trying to pluck hair from my ears. I hate-hate-hate ear plucking. Momma says I have the world's hairiest ears and she swears when she plucks the deepest ones, my tail gets shorter.
I've managed to get away and get under the couch, but she's waiting with the plucker thingies. HELP!

Back in whack

This afternoon Momma came home and whisked me away without Raoudi or the fosters, saying we were going to something called a chiropractor. I didn't know what that was, but I enjoyed the ride.

We rode a long time in the car. When we got out, we were at a place where there were a lot of horsies and a barn. We went in the barn, and there was an office in it.

This nice man talked to Momma and petted me, then they sat on this little table with me between them, and the man ran his fingers down my back and talked to Momma. He said something about my neck and my back and one hip higher than the other, and Momma nodded. He felt my feet and said I was good about letting him do it.

Just as I was thinking I could get used to this, I heard a click, and something thumped me on the back, then it thumped and clicked a bunch more times. I didn't like that clicking sound at all.

When he quit all the thumping and clicking, Momma said "Thank you, Dr Rodewold". Doctor??? I didn't know a chiropractor was a doctor. Momma said my back was outta whack and now it should be better for the competition this weekend. Dr Rodewold said I was a really good boy, and he really liked me.

I hafta not dance or jump or play rough until Saturday. I hope I can run fast and jump good, so all that clicking and thumping will be worth it. I can't believe Momma fooled me into going to the doctor.

Dog Day!

Today was Nashville Humane's Dog Day, one of our favoritist days of the whole year.
We got there early and got a good spot for Mom's chair by the contest ring, then walked around to all the booths to look at stuff and get free treats and lots of petting. Aunt Glenda came and brough Bonnie, who was one of our fosters a long, long time ago.
We were in the costume contest with oursurfer dude outfits and Bonnie wore a lobster costume. A basset hound dressed like a banana won, a pug dressed like a spider was second and I forget who was third.
Mom bought Raoudi a raincoat . I have on old one I hate - mostly cause I hate rain anyway.
Then was the trick contest. Most of the dogs got stage fright. We did our act pretty much like in our Dancing With The Schnauzers Video.
A German Shepard won - he couldn't dance, but he spun and poke and gave five and stayed while his mom threw a ball. Shoot - we coulda done that, too. Anyway, we won Mom a T-shirt from Dog Day and she loves it.
Our friend from agility, Gordy, won the fetch contest, even though, well, maybe partly because, he's thirteen.
That was the end of Dog Day. We were beat, but Mom's friend from work, Mr Dallas, wanted her to come over to Germantown for Oktoberfest. I mean, we're German dogs, so we figured it was only fitting for us to put in an appearance. I'm glad we did, cause people who were drinking too much beer had dropped kettlecorn and bits of chicken-on-a-stick all over, and Raoudi and I got to be the clean-up crew. We got lots of petting and lots of attention for our mohawks, and Momma talked to a lot of people about rescue. There were a few shreiking little humans, but Mom made sure they didn't get me.
We are dog tired now. Poppa called and said Bella K has fleas. He's coming to see our agility competition next weekend. I just hope it doesn't rain and give Momma any ideas about how cute we'd be in our raincoats together.

Rocke