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EVERY DOG HAS IT'S SAY

UH-OH

I lived a quiet puppy life in New York, my biggest worry was the squirrels that ran up the trees. I am now a dog living life in the west.
The wild west would be a more accurate description.
Last night at 4 pm I was sitting at my usual post, the glass patio doors, and I saw a cat. This was not a regular kitty, it was big, biggest cat I ever saw. I growled, Mom turned and she saw it too. It was a bobcat.
Squirrels are no longer the threat. I might need help pups. This yard no longer seems like a one schnauzer job.

CALI-Fornia gives me a present!

You have all heard of Cali-fornia, it is the state that is named after me.
Well in honor of my first birthday, the great state of Cali-fornia gave me a surprise present. A rainstorm... it is raining in Southern Cali-fornia, a real rainstorm, the likes of which we haven't seen since we moved here. The wind is blowing, the palms are bending, and the rain is pouring down.
Thank you Cali-fornia for the best water party this schnauzer has ever seen!

ME? NOT A PUPPY?

Today I am one year old. Am I now supposed to be a mature and responsible little schnauzer that carries herself with dignity and grace?
I am sorry pups, I can't do that!
I am not quite ready to give up my confetti making or the destruction of all stuffed toys large or small. I still love to zoom all over my house, in circles and zig zags to confuse my imaginary enemies. I love to sneak in on a target using a special puppy method that I employ when I steal something that I am not supposed to have and hide it under the bed for my later enjoyment, like Mom's hair clip, the one she really loves. I may give it to her for Christmas.
The calendar says that I am one but I still feel like the same puppy. Anybody want to play?