Visiting Our Aunt and Uncle

Xena: Auntie Jen must have heard me say I missed her, ’cause she invited us to come to her house near Nashville. I get a bit nervous on car rides, and I panted for the whole three hour trip even though Daddy held me and pet me the whole way there while Mommy drove. At least this time I didn’t puke in the car.

Lucy: That’s only because Mom didn’t feed us before we left home.

Xena: I had a much better trip home. Auntie Jen put lavender oil on my ears, then Mommy put some on my paw pads after we got in the car. I only panted a tiny little bit once or twice. I hope we have lots of that oil around.

We returned the Santa toy that Achilles forgot at our house a couple of weeks ago. He was so over-the-moon happy that he played with it all weekend.

Lucy: He ignored me all weekend, too. Xena: That’s ’cause he remembered the talk I had with him when he was at our house! And he let me ride the horsie he got for Christmas. At first it was a little scary. I mean, I had never ridden a horsie before. I thought maybe I should watch for traffic behind us like Mommy does when she is driving.Then I said, “giddy up,” and urged horsie to go faster while I hung on tight. I rode bareback my first time out!OK, Mommy, horsie said he’s done. You can help me off now.

We all played outside, too. Here we were playing follow the leader. That’s cousin Ella in the lead.

As the day got later, something strange happened. We think that aliens were coming down and making shadow monsters out of Lucy and Ella. The girls ran into the house with me and the monsters disappeared.

That Saturday night the peeps put Achilles in his kennel and left. The rest of us got free run of the house and we were all Very. Good.  My folks brought home pictures of what they did while they were gone. 

 

They went ballroom dancing to celebrate Daddy’s birthday and Auntie Jen’s birthday. In that picture they were doing something called a foxtrot, he, he.

That wraps up our big out-of-town weekend. I heard that this coming weekend, Mommy and Daddy are going to something called a Convention in Knoxville. That means that our most favorite doggie sitter – other than our Auntie Jen and Uncle Bill – is coming to stay with us. We lo-o-o-ve Miss Christy!

Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess

Pee S: I can’t wait to tell you the stories about how I stood up to two dogs who got nasty with me and They. Backed. Down! I am getting very, very brave.

Pee Pee S: I don’t never start the trouble, neither!

 

29 thoughts on “Visiting Our Aunt and Uncle

  1. Charlee: “Wow, Xena, you were born to ride a horse! Look at you go!”
    Chaplin: “Yippy-kay-yay!”
    Charlee: “Dada says that looks like a pretty big dance floor. I guess that’s good for foxtrotting.”
    Chaplin: “Foxes run fast and far, so I guess that must be why!”

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  2. I’m getting so excited about horsies now that mommy said she might take me to a real horsie ranch to let me get up close and personal with another horsie so I can decide if I want to be a cowgirl schnauzer. Xena

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  3. Oh Xena, I am so glads you didn’t puke all over your Moms car…for some reason, they don’t really like that. I never have, cause I just loves truck rides, butts I can imagine it can be so exciting that you just have to puke BOL! Anyhu, I loves the pics of you on the horsie! You have some talent my furiend!
    I am so glads you had a pawsome visit, and tells you peeps they look FABulous on the dance floor!!
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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  4. Oh Xena, that picture of your mom & dad brought back some memories for our mom. She took ballroom dance lessons when she was younger

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  5. Meow meow Xena yore a kitty cowgirl!!! You did pawsum ridin horsie!
    An Achilless WAS so bee-haved; hee gotted THE message Xena. Yore amazin!
    It lookss like all of you had fun playin TAG an yore Pawentss sure can foxytrot…..meow-wow….
    An mee can hardlee wait to reed how you stood upss to BIG doggies!
    ***purrsss*** an **nose rubss** BellaDharma

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  6. Hari OM
    Bach Flower Essences – the “Rescue Remedy” is easily obtained from most pharmacies; but depending on the nature of the worry, it is possible to prescribe more specifically; for example, if the reaction to riding in the car equalled ‘terror’, then one might seek the single essence Rock Rose; if it as about feeling all sooky and sad, then Ignatia would be approriate; then again, if there is shaking and whimpering, Star of Bethlehem essence would be the better choice… YAM xx

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  7. Hi YAM-Aunty! I DID miss you, and I am glad you are OK and didn’t fall off the edge of the earth. Oh, wait, the earth is round, right? Anyhoo, thank you for working hard to type on your tablet to talk to me here. Love, Xena

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  8. this is truly one of the best and MOST interesting story I have read in a long time. what a great adventure for humans and canines… you go Xena standing up to dogs.. have a fun weekend… my favorite photo is the ‘dog train’ going out the fence…. loved all the pics of all of you.

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  9. Oil on your paws…sounds yummy to me, I would have had to lick it all off!
    What a FUNS time you had out in the garden…did the Aliens stop and have a chat?
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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  10. Hari OM
    Here I am here I am… jus’ in case you thought I’d gone awol… am travelling with only the tablet and it is very difficult to type on that thing and what is more the darn beast wouldn’t let me comment for aaaagggeeessss…… but I;ve be reading and you have been doing lots – today’s post was fun!!! Can’t wait to hear how you found your inner warrior, Xena. Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  11. oh we can’t wait to hear that story!!! and that was nice to bring the toy back to achilles ;O))) we use that bach drops for longer car rides , the mama is a non-believer in bach butt they helped anyway LOL

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