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Life in Schnauzerville

Talkin to Auntie Kip

Last night Momma was on the phone. I wanted her to put the silly thing down and talk to me, so I told her so.
She kept right on talkin, and said "Oh, that was Raoudi". Pause. "Sure, he talks. He's a Schnauzer."
She told me to say something to Auntie Kip and held the phone out.
"AhWah" I told her.
She put the phone back to her ear. "Yes, that was him. No, I didn't teach him. He's just a Schnauzer."
What? Auntie Kip has 6 dogs and none of them talk? I mean, they're some of the most talented agility dogs around.
Auntie Kip always has first rate goodies. If she''s that impressed, I'm gonna have to talk her ear off when I see her next. I'll see if I can work up a ch sound and try to tell her "Cheese" cause that's what her dogs get at agility class.

Big day

This morning Momma popped me up on the grooming table without warning, and trimmed me up, telling me I needed to look good. Then she washed the windows on the car. I stood at the fence and woo-woo'd pitifully, thinking she was gonna leave us, but she gathered up a big bag of books and put us and it in the car and away we went.

First we went to the library. We couldn't go in, but Momma was only there a minute.Then we rode a long time, way out to the country.

We came to a place that looked kinda familiar. Momma went in, and I was trying to remember what it was. Then it hit me: this was the place I lived when I got lost before I came to live with Mom. She came back out, and I woo-woo-woo'd to ask her what the heck she was doing here. She said this was the wrong place, that the book sale was somewhere else.

We went into a little town to a church. We went in, and it smelled like good food and there was lots of books. Mom gave them the books she brought, and we walked around and she picked up a bunch more. A bunch of little girls followed us around and wanted to play with us. I was willing, but Rocke kept growling and laying his ears back at this one little girl with a squeeky voice. Momma told them he was afraid of kids, but they kept right on following us while Momma tried to look at books, and Rocke finally let her pet him.

Finally she went to the counter and told them she wanted these books and some taco soup and vegatable-beef soup and a bag of dog treats. She gave them money, and told them I came from their shelter, and they all said how sweet I was. Momma asked for change to buy a drink outta the machine, and one lady gave her one, and said it was for entertaining her daughter. Rocke said it was him that shoulda gotten something for putting up with the kid.

Then we drove on some more country roads and stopped at another place where Mom went in without us. Some time in all this, Not Me came along and ate the cookies. Momma came back out and said another rescue was picking up the dogs from the puppy mill and the others were all too big to bring home. I didn't know what she was talkin about, but I was glad we didn't bring home anybody else.

Then we drove back to Nashville and stopped at the dog park.
Momma sat down in the grass at the top of the hill by some people who had a Scottie puppy, and I went around and let everyone pet me. Rocke just sat by Mom. There was a puggle that tried to hump Rocke and everyone else. Rocke wouldn't make him quit, and Mom told the scottie's parents he was a pacifist. The the puggle tried it with me, and I rolled him over and he rolled down the hill, and some people who's dogs he'd been bothering clapped for me "Yea, Schnauzer!".

I ran with a dachsund and a fox terrier and the baby scottie for a while, but Rocke only got 5 feet from Momma a time or two. Then there was big commotion with a big bunch of dogs growling and yelping, and people went running. Somone told the puggle's Mom "M'am you need to take that dog out of here!" and she picked him up and left and people clapped again.

Then some people with squeekie running kids showed up, and Rocke got in Momma's lap. They ran up and petted me, and Rocke called me a traitor. I don't know what his deal is. The scottie's Mom scratched his ears while I ran with her baby scotite.

Then we finally came home. Momma looked for the cookies Not Me ate up when she ate her taco soup, but when she couldn't find them, she let us have a bite of cornbread.

I heard her takin to somebody on the phone about a dog named Princess who may come here, but tonight it's just us and Mom, and all her new books . That means she's gonna lay on the couch and read and we get to snuggle. Yea!

There's one born every minute

My friend Lexie was lucky enough to score a whole bowl of suckers off a desk even though she's blind. (She's really cool - yesterday she saved her whole family)
I've never been lucky enough to get a sucker, but today, just for a second, I thought my luck had changed.
Momma took us to Nashville Pet Products. Mr. Joel and the other staff always give us goodies. So, when I saw a bowl of suckers on the counter, I was excited.
I figured they give us treats, surely they wouldn't mind me getting my own, and if Mom did, she wouldn't yell at me in public.
Momma was talking to a lady with a greyhound, who was loving on Rocke, and I saw my chance.
The bowl was right on the edge of the counter. I jumped for it, and horror: my leash was too short. I only managed to bump the edge of the bowl, and it fell. It was metal, and the floor is concrete, so it clattered so loudly everybody turned to look.
I was so stunned I didn't even have a chance to grab a sucker before Momma snatched them up and and fussed at me.
Fortunately, the newest clerk thought the way I cowered and batted my eyes was adorable, and gave me a cookie, and I sidled up to her and she gave me even more, so I guess I 'got' a 'sucker' after all.