Annie Awards

Wearing my tux collar at the Annie Awards
Wearing my tux collar at the Annie Awards

 September 4, 2006

You should have seen me at the Annie Awards just before the show opened. I wore a white tux collar and red bow tie – I just knew clothes were going to enter into this at some point! Mom says it was, after all, a black tie affair. So where does this red bow tie come in? Mom wore a red gown to match my red bow tie. I worked the crowd. Pet me, feed me, adore me. And they did. Mom managed to ruin it a bit when she stood up on a chair and warned everyone, “Do not give any ham to the schnauzer.” After the social hour in the lobby, I sat on Mom’s lap for the awards in the auditorium – the one where I will be performing. At first, all the clapping, yelling and hooting bothered me. After about 20 minutes I decided it didn’t matter and settled down to watch the awards, even taking a little nap at the end. Then back to the lobby for dessert! I found the cream puff table and stood with my front paws on it, looking longingly at the treats – not without reward! The director is extremely impressed with my behavior, everyone’s reactions to me and my reactions back to them. What does he expect? When I am nice everyone feeds me treats and pets me. Isn’t that what life is all about, anyhow? So Mom says I don’t have to wear any more clothes during the play. That’s good. Now, if I could just get rid of those darned flying monkeys.

Woof, woof!

LexiToto

I made the paper

Me in Dorothy's arms
Me in Dorothy’s arms

  August 28, 2006

When I was a young pup and having a great time chewing to shreds my potty paper, who would have thought that some day I would be a feature in a newspaper?  Yep, there I am, posing so beautifully with Dorothy on the front page of the Lifestyle section of the Chattanooga Times Free Press.

I sure hope some puppy doesn’t peepee on my picture.

LexiToto

Publicity pictures

My publicity shot
My publicity shot

August 19, 2006

I got to go back to the Theatre Center and got interviewed. I tried to answer some of the questions but I think the lady only wrote down what Mommy said. I had my picture taken a bunch with Dorothy. I decided I like having my picture taken and posed very nicely outside right next to Dorothy’s red shoes. All of her they got in the picture was her red shoes. Ha, ha, won’t she be surprised! The camera lady said I was very photogenic. What’s photogenic?

Maybe the lady will give some of the pictures to my Mommy and she will put them on my web page.

I followed Dorothy everywhere during rehearsal. I was soooo excited to see her. She came over to my house last week and played with me. Then she came back another day just to take me for ice cream. I wonder how she knew I love ice cream best of all? She is my special friend now. I heard her talking to Mommy about coming to see me again. She is going to come pick me up from my Grandma’s. Dorothy said something about taking me on TV with her. That sounds so silly. Why on earth would she want to be on a TV? I hope I don’t have to sit on the TV. It is up a little too high and I might fall off. I am not a cat, you know.

I love rehearsal now. I get lots and lots of treats. And lots and lots of petting and “good girls”. But especially lots of treats. Everyone is very impressed that I bark when Mommy tells me. Once she remembered the right word to tell me to bark, I understood and now I bark every time she says it. It goes back to me learning to “stay” while we were at the park. First Mom would tell me to “heel,” then “sit,” then “stay.” When it was ok for me to get up again, Mom would say, “free!” The first thing I would do when she said “free” was to jump up and bark, then take off running. So now when Mom wants me to bark, all she has to do is say “free!”

It is late and I want to go to bed now. I always get a treat at bedtime!

Woof, woof! (And a special woof at the witch’s old hat!!)

LexiToto

People cousins

August 12, 2006

My people cousins from out of town came to visit my Grandma today and Mom took me over so they could adore me. They were all very nice and petted me lots. I think they probably came because they had heard of my pending stardom.  I heard them say they were going out to eat, so I gave Mom my best poor me look, but she made me stay home anyhow. Just wait until I am a big star – the restaurants will be begging me to come eat there!

Lexi, the neglected

Being Toto isn’t easy

August 11, 2006

Man, easy street is over for LexiToto (me). I have to go to rehearsals and get dragged out to Dorothy where she always picks me up. I’m not liken that at all. I have to memorize my lines – mostly woof! It’s getting the knack of when to say them, especially after a life-time of being told to stop barking.

But then everything changed. Dorothy came to my house! and she played ball with me! and she played platy (platypus) hand puppet with me! and she took me for a walk! and she gave me new treats! She even understands dog-speak!! And she sang to me too! I heard her tell Mom she’s not going to pick me up any more because I don’t like it. Ya know, maybe she’s ok after all. Then we went to the meat market and the butcher came out to see me and brought me a big bone. It is so big I can hardly lift it, and boy oh boy is it good!

Mom got me this super yummy treat that is soft and tastes like peanut butter. She keeps making me roll over on my side before she will give me any. I don’t like that. It doesn’t feel right. She said something about poppies and looking like I am asleep. Right now, I am hoping she gives up on this “over” thing. What are poppies?

 

Lexi, the working schnauzer

I might be Toto

July 26, 2006

Oh boy, I have an audition to be Toto in the local production of the Wizard of Oz. I am not quite sure what that means, but Mom said that if I get the part, a lot of people will love me. I like that, so I am going to work real hard with Mom before we go so I can be Toto. (What’s a Toto?) Now I know all my commands with just hand signals. I can sit and down and here and stay and heel and twirl. Now Mom is telling me to bark, which is really confusing since she is always telling me to NOT bark. I wish she would make up her mind.

I went to Grandma’s this morning but the screen door was locked so Mom took me back home and I had to stay by myself all day and I did not get my toast with jam. I made up for it by tearing something up and pooping upstairs. So there! It really seemed like a good idea at the time. But when Mom came home, I felt bad because I knew I shouldn’t have done those things and I was afraid she would yell at me at call me a “bad dog.” I hate that. She didn’t yell or anything. She just picked it all up and then worked with me to get ready for this Toto thing. I got lots of treats, too. Hmmm. I think I like this Toto thing better all the time.

I will let you know when I find out what Toto is. Woof! Woof!

Lexi, maybe Toto too

My audition

 July 28, 2006

I had my audition today to be Toto in the Wizard of Oz. It was no big deal. No, really. I am not just being modest. Come on, think about it— me, modest? Mom just asked me to do some stuff I do for her all the time anyhow, like sit, down, stay, heel, twirl. The guy that was watching me do all this asked Mom if I would walk with him, so she gave the yummy bologna to him and he asked me to heel. He was real impressed, but what did he think, that I was going to let him walk away with my bologna? No way! Anyhow, I have to go back on Wednesday to play with the rest of the cast. He said something about they would all want to feed me cookies. I don’t care if I have to sit or lay down for cookies. I sit and lay around a lot anyhow, so again, no big deal. Cookies and bologna…I knew this Toto thing was going to be good.

Oh, and better yet, this guy wants Mom to let my hair grow out. You know what that means don’t you? No grooming!!!! It only keeps getting better and better. Now, if only I don’t have to take baths, either…

“I’m off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz.” What’s Oz?

Woof, woof!

Lexi, the new Toto

Grandma hurt her head

 June 28, 2006

Grandma fell down last week in her living room and hit her head and it bled a lot. Mom took her to see the doctor and I was very worried about her until she came back home. She is all bruised on her front and she still hurts a lot. Mom wouldn’t let me go get my toast from her for a couple of days, and I really missed that, especially the good peach jam she has started putting on it. Don’t get me wrong – I missed my Grandma too. She must have missed me a whole lot because she kept me all day Saturday. I don’t really like staying all day. It gets boring. But at least she gives me a lot of good stuff to eat.

Things are back to normal now. I get to spend the morning with my Grandma and eat my toast. I am careful to be real gentle with her and not jump on her where she is hurting. I lay at her feet more, too, because I know she likes that. Mom said we need to pray for her. Maybe other people will too, when they read this. I love my Grandma.

Woof, woof,

Lexi

Screen house

 June 8 2006

I have a new screened-in room for when I am outside. Mom thinks it is hers (he, he), but I have figured out how to scoot under the screening to get in and out of it whenever I want. Now it is mine. One of the new neighbor dogs got through the fence and mad a big hole in it and Mom had to sew it back together. Then the dog got in again and made more holes. I thought Mom would be mad (I know I sure didn’t like this happening to my screen house) but all she did was get some boards and fix the fence so that bad dog couldn’t come in our yard anymore. That’ll teach it. Sometimes birds get in my screen house. That gets me very excited and I bark until someone comes out and gets them out. I like my screen house. It is shady and there are no bugs biting me in there. I will let people come visit in my screen house as long as they don’t rip it and as long as they bring me treats (that’s only polite now, isn’t it!).

Lexi, the screen house schnauzer

Bathtub misadventure

June 7, 2006

Now I know for sure who is in charge…

When Mom puts me in the bathtub for a bath (shower, actually), I have gotten in the habit of jumping out before she can squirt me with that nasty water and get my beautiful coat all wet. Saturday Mom put me in the tub and told me “don’t jump out” but I promise you all I heard was “jump out.” So I did. I thought I finally had her trained! Mom whipped around and looked at me and I looked back and she said in her most Mom-like voice, “Get back in that tub.” I know my eyes got big, I couldn’t believe my ears. Hadn’t I just done what she wanted??? I stood there all confused until Mom said it again, this time with a bit of a growl in her voice. What could I do? I turned around and jumped back in the tub. Mom just sat there on the floor for a minute with her mouth hanging open. I don’t understand people sometimes. But at least I got a “good girl” for it. Then I got a bath. She’s going to have to work on these rewards.

Lexi, the bathed Schnauzer

Eye better; market good

May 23, 2006
My eye is all better now. No more horrible collar thingy. I am free! Life is good again.

Lexi at market I went to the downtown market Sunday and got to see lots of people and dogs. The band was playing and Grandma made me stay with her while Mom danced. I wanted to go out on the dance floor too, but no one would let me. So Mom took me out on the dance floor when it was all over and asked me to dance with her, but I didn’t want to anymore because the band had quit playing. I saw a couple of my favorite people but no one seemed happy when I jumped up on them and got them all dirty with my paws. I still had a good time and was exhausted when I got home.

I am learning Bolero. Mom has a tape, and I watch it with her and watch her practice. I think I can do this. She is going to have to take smaller steps, though.

More later from the “dancing Schnauzer.” (Has a nice sound to it, don’t you think?)

Lexi

My poor eye

May 17, 2006
Mom said I have a sick eye and that’s why she took me to the vet. The vet said I have conjunctivitis. It was really itching, so I kept wiping it with my leg and cleaning my leg with my tongue. I thought that was a smart thing to do, being the smart Schnauzer that I am. The vet said I could hurt my eye doing that, so now I have to wear this e-collar thing. I am absolutely devastated. I am so torn up over this collar thingy that I can hardly walk. I sure can’t go up and down stairs. I got up two stairs and gave up. I just sat down and waited for Mom to come home and carry me. Mom made me go out to potty, and I felt so defeated. I just dropped my head down to the concrete and stood there. Why is she doing this to me? It’s the most horrible thing that has ever happened to me. I want to just get a shot with a needle. That isn’t bad. Or just scold me. But take this horrible, terrible thing off from around my head!!!! It scares me. I run into things with it. I am afraid to walk. I don’t think I can eat or drink. Who is going to feed me? Somebody help me!

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse Mom says I have to go to help with dance lessons tonight. I don’t think I can bear it. Everyone will see me with this thingy on my head, and I think they will laugh at me. I will be humiliated. Maybe someone will take pity on me and take it off me. I am pitiful. Mom keeps saying so. I would go and pretend it isn’t on me, but it is on me and it is so scary. I hate my life. Mom says just four days of this, but I think that means forever. Help!!!!!!!!!

Lexi, the humiliated

Birthday weekend fun

May 11, 2006
Wow, what a great birthday weekend. It started on Friday when I went to help teach dance. We had cake and everyone sang to me and I got a huge pig ear. I danced and ate up the whole pig ear. Hmmm. I wonder what happened to the rest of the pig…

Then I got to have cake again for breakfast on Saturday, and Mom took me shopping. We went to a fancy downtown dog store and I got two bling and a free treat. After that we went to Petsmart and I got two more bling but no treat. All day Mom sang to me about my birthday and I was so excited!

On Sunday – my real birthday – I had cake again for breakfast and hot dogs for lunch and pizza for dinner!!! I went to get the pizza with Mom and when she said it was for me too, I got so excited I shook all over and wagged my tail as fast as it would go. We had ice cream for dessert because the cake was all gone. I know, because I got to lick the icing off the bottom of the plate.

Birthdays are really great, but I want a cheeseburger now. I thought this was just the start of something new, like not having to stay in my crate anymore during the day. I thought I was going to get to eat like this every day. You know, something that happens now that I am a whole three years old. I must admit that I am a bit disappointed. Guess I will have to stick with my Grandma to get the toast every morning. Things could be worse. (I wonder when I will have another birthday….)

Lexi, the three-year-old

My birthday weekend

May 5, 2006
I am so excited (except for the bath part!) This is my official “birthday weekend!!” and it starts tonight.

I have been going once a week to help Mom and Jeff teach dance to some teens and adults about an hour’s drive away. They just love me 🙂 and tonight we are taking birthday cake and candles and we are going to have a party! I just love parties. I hope I get ice cream too. I really love ice cream. And they all know I love bling bling, so maybe I will get presents even though Mom had to go and tell them not to bring any.

This teaching dance thing is a blast! I run up and down the line of dancers and leap up in the air to show them how to dance. Sometimes I even have to bark to get them to do it right. They smile and pet me a lot. Then I run over to Mom and stand up on my back legs so she can take my hand paws and dance with me. Sometimes she picks me up and dances with me in her arms, and I like that too. I am absolutely exhausted by the time we are done, what with all that running and supervising and being adorable. That’s hard work. But I get to sleep on the ride home.

I can hardly wait to find out what else we are doing this weekend for my birthday on Sunday!

Lexi, the soon-to-be birthday girl

New friends and a birthday!

March 7, 2006
I had the bestest time of my life on Sunday. There are two dogs who run around the neighborhood who are bigger than me, but Mom says they are still puppies. They come in my yard a lot and I see them through the gate. Well, guess who forgot to latch the gate when the garbage got taken to the curb on Sunday? It wasn’t me, but I know how to take advantage of a situation. I went on out and ran, ran, ran with the “puppies.” I ran for a very long time. I ran all over the place. I ran places I had never been before. It was so much fun!

Mom was out driving in the car looking for me when she saw me as I was on my way back home. She got out of the car and ran through yards and grabbed me up and ran back to the car and drove home. Sometimes I really don’t understand the things she does. Then she just sat there and held me and cried. I don’t know why. I was having so much fun, and I tried to tell her I had new friends and I wanted to go back out to play with them some more, but she just carried me in the house and wouldn’t let me back out. She said they would have to come in the fence to play with me from now on.

Well, you will never guess what happened the next day… my new “puppy” friends came over and tried to break me out. They grabbed the gate with their teeth and kept yanking on it to try to get me out, but it didn’t work. Maybe they will come back and try again and we can all go running and playing together again. Maybe Mom won’t cry this time.

My big brother Andrew had a birthday and that is always fun. Andrew and my other big brother Adam and my Grandma and two of my other good friends all came over and we ate ice cream cake. Yumm! Then I took turns sitting on everyone’s laps and getting petted. It was almost as good as me having a birthday, except they all went out to eat without me and I didn’t get any presents. So I guess maybe it wasn’t quite as good. But it was still tons of fun and I want to do it again.

I love my new house!

February 27, 2006
I do! I love my new house! I can almost catch the squirrels in the back yard if I get real quiet and they don’t see me before I start running after them. And Stitch – the next door Doberman – and I are buddies now. I can run and jump at him and just bounce off him and keep running. I run past him so fast he doesn’t even know what happened. Some day his dad is going to let him off his leash when I come over to play so we can run all over the back yard. Mom says I better look out when that happens!

The old cellar freaked me out at first and I didn’t want to go down there. I am ok with it now. I just had to get used to the smell. It is smells more like us now. I run down there every time Mom does. One day she screamed because she saw something running around in the basement and thought it was a r-a-t. It was just me! Ha, ha, ha! Wasn’t she surprised!

I found the candy dish the other day when Mom left, and I was real neat about unwrapping the red candies before eating them. I only got carried away with a few of them and ripped the wrappers. I wonder if that is why Mom put the dish out of my reach after that. I would be more careful if that is what she wants.
Mom said she has to go paint some more, so she can’t help me with my diary right now.
Woof, woof!!

Lexi, the cellar sneaking schnauzer

Grandma’s here!

February 26, 2006
Hey everyone, you are simply not going to believe this. Now I get to live at both my old apartment and at my new house, and I am almost never alone! My Grandma moved here from Pennsylvania and she is living in my apartment. In the morning I go there to stay with her and then Mom picks me up at lunch time and takes me home. My Grandma is really old and I have to be careful not to hurt her. Grandma is still in bed in the morning when Mom leaves me – Mom still has a key – and I run and jump in bed with Grandma and get under the covers with her until I think it is time for her to get up. I get impatient because she always shares her toast with me. In fact, she has started making me my very own toast with black raspberry jam on it. Grandma is always very nice to me and says sweet things and feeds me pretzels. Now I have my Grandma and my apartment that I was missing, too!

One day while I was there, Grandma got sick and was sitting on the side of the bed holding her head. I felt really bad for her, so I gently put my paw on her arm to comfort her. She told Mom that I am a kind schnauzer and Mom kept telling me what a good girl I am. Like I said, I felt bad Grandma was sick, so I only tried to make her feel better. I am glad it was the right thing to do. I am still young and learning what to do in different situations. I usually do ok if I follow my instincts instead of my stomach. That can be quite a reach for a hungry schnauzer like me!

Lexi the kind schnauzer

One stone Schnauzer

January 10, 2006
Ever since Mom found out that some weird measurement called a stone is 14 pounds, she has been calling me her one stone schnauzer. Actually, she says I am one stone and a couple of pebbles, but I think she is just making that up. I don’t care what she calls me as long as she keeps taking me to the park at lunch time. I just love this warm weather, so I can go run, run, run. I wore my new bling to the park hoping I could show it off, but there weren’t any other dogs around. A car pulled in with a German Shepherd Dog and a Great Dane, but when they saw me they left. I didn’t mean to scare them away. Do you think it was my new bling?
Woof!

Going to Gatlinburg

December 9, 2005
Mom said we are going to Gatlinburg for Christmas. I get to be with my big people brothers and there will be lots of good food and gifts. We’re going to stay in a cabin and there are lots of woods around where I can run and play. Yeah! But Mom said I have to watch out for bears….what are bears? I hope they are fun to play with and that is why I am watching for them.

It’s going to be sooooooo much fun. Except for the bears – I found out they are bad. I hope there aren’t any, whatever they are. I wonder if they are like fleas. Fleas are bad. Ticks are bad. Bears are bad. I hope Mom doesn’t put spray on me to keep them off me.

She said she’s putting a bow on my collar. I bet I can get it off. Won’t Mommy be surprised!

Christmas Decorating

December 7, 200Lexi in front of tree5
I have had a lot of diary entries to catch up on. Mom’s been too busy to help me so I have had to remember a lot of stuff. Mommy decorated for Christmas over the weekend. I helped her put up the tree and the lights are real pretty. My favorite decoration is the Snow Man. Mom squeezes his mitten and he plays his guitar and sings “I’m a Snoooow Man” to the tune of “I’m a Soul Man” and he moves in time to the music. I can sit and watch him for a long time. He fell down once and I dragged him around for a little bit while Mommy was gone to work, but I didn’t hurt him because I want him to keep singing.

Mom talked about taking my big kennel to the basement to have more room for the tree, but I am glad she left it. It is my safe place. I run into it when Mommy gets mad at me or when she tries to give me a bath or put on my sweater (I especially hate the sweater). My food is always in there, too, and I love to drink out of my water bottle that is on the door of the kennel. I would rather use it than my water bowl. It doesn’t make my whiskers wet.

Mom is all over her cold now, but she still won’t take me to the park. I wish I could go to the park, I want to go to the park, someone take me to the park, I should go to the park, it is my right to go to the park, it is my entitlement to go to the park, I want to go to the park. What Mom? A treat? Where did I want to go? I want a treat, I want a treat! Yeah, a treat!