Xena: This is my post today, Mommy said it is mine all mine, so goodbye Lucy. So, as I was saying my cone and drum is these areas of black hair growing on me. Here, let me show you.
Mommy called Granny, my breeder, and she contacted all her schnauzer expert friends, and no one seems to know anything. White spots, yes. Black areas, no.
I was that black color when Mommy adopted me.
This is me as a puppy with my friend Raccoon, who Riley deadied.
I wonder if this means I’m turning into a puppy again??? Anyone have any other ideas?
Thanks to Comedy Plus for hosting the Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop!
Xena: As you know, we have been trying to find a name for our newest family member, the baby schnauzer stuffie. So many of you gave wonderful suggestions that we couldn’t decide. So we (Mommy) decided to let the baby stuffie draw one of the names.
First, she wrote all the names on pieces of paper.
Then, she used my collar to blindfold our baby schnauzer stuffie. No peeking!
Introducing Shania! Shania: Thank you, Miss Sandra, for thinking up my new name.
We are joining Arty, Jakey, Rosy and Sunny of the LLB Gang for Nature Friday, and thank them for hosting it.
Xena: During October we are usually up at Rock City dancing and drinking beer at Rocktoberfest.
Lucy: I don’t dance there or drink beer. I could be a Baptist dog.
Xena: Well, I decided I’m Episcopalian, and I do both. Here’s proof I dance, and drink beer.
Dancing with Daddy at Rocktoberfest
Mmm, that ice cream beer foam was so good!
Lucy: But this year that stupid Covid-19 thing kept them from having the month-long celebration. So instead, Mom’s been taking us to the Greenway, only about 10 minutes from the house, instead of almost an hour away up the mountain to Rock City. We usually walk one or two hours on the different trails. This is the main trail that is all pebbly stones, where all the other trails start. The whole Greenway is at the foot of what is called Big Ridge.
Can you see the big hill behind us? There’s a road goes up there, and people live in nice houses near the road. I think I’d be afraid I would fall off!
After we walked some of the trails, Mom has started taking us into the dog park area where we are allowed to run off-leash. There was a huge white dog there who made me look little. He was friendly, but I rolled over onto my back just to let him know I didn’t want to be in charge.
Xena: Yep, y’all shoulda seen her acting like a sissy. I stood up to the other dogs and barked at them to let them know who was really in charge!
Lucy: Sure right, while you were in Mom’s arms! When Mom put you down, one of the dogs came toward you and you thought you were being attacked. I saw you run between the two dogs who were my size, screaming in your highest pitch. It sounded like someone was killing you, but you were running in the wrong direction, BOL, BOL!
Xena: Grr. I was using my Xena Princess Warrior scream, just like Lucy Lovelace used to do on the TV show. And she runs right into the midst of them screaming like that, just like I did!
Lucy: Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure she keeps her eyes open when she does it.
Love and wiggles from Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
Thanks to Shoko and Tyebe of the Canadian Cats and Nelly and Phenny of Easy Blog for hosting this yummy day.
Xena: This month is all about Halloween. The Thanksgiving turkey has already been out aggravating me, but I’m waiting to see the pumpkins and ghosts and ghouls, oh my! This month I told Mommy I wanted to postme and Lucy’s recipe first, and she agreed. Believe me friends, these are yummy!
If you don’t want to bother with rolling and cutting, I’m sure your pup will be happy with you just squishing it onto a baking pan and breaking it up after it’s cooked. Now, while I sit here and daydream about these cookies, Mommy’s gonna share a recipe for all you peeps.
There’s so many great fall recipes, I finally decided on Tuscan Apple Cake and since apples are a fall crop, I thought it still appropriate. (OK, not very Halloweeny, so if you need Halloweeny, please do your pups a favor and bake them Xena’s recipe, LOL!)
Tuscan Apple Cake More like a flan than a cake, this dessert is chock-full of apples and incredibly moist. The list of ingredients is short, and for good reason: it’s all about the apples! The apples can be cut into super-thin slices easily by using the slicing attachment of a food processor, or just slice them by hand.
Bake it right on the floor of the oven! This causes a caramelized skin to form at the bottom of the cake and intensifies the flavors of the sweet apples.
Ingredients: 4 large Golden Delicious, Gala or other firm flesh apples (1 3/4 lbs) (800 g) 1/2 cup unbleached all-purpose flour 2 teaspoons baking powder pinch sea salt 2 extra large eggs – at room temperature 1 cup sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/2 cup milk 7 tablespoons unsalted butter – melted and slightly cooled powdered sugar as garnish 1 10″ non-stick round spring-form pan, buttered and floured
Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C).
Peel, core, and quarter the apples. (I like to leave the peel on them). Then using the slicing attachment of a food processor cut them crosswise in 1/8″ slices. Set aside. In a small bowl, combine the flour, baking powder and salt. Set aside.
Place the eggs, sugar and vanilla extract in the bowl of an electric mixer. Whisk at medium speed until the sugar has dissolved and the mixture is pale and thick, about 30 seconds to 1 minute.
Fold the flour into the egg mixture with a wooden spoon, until just incorporated. Fold in the milk, then the butter and finally the apple slices. Be sure not to over mix. Pour the mixture into the prepared pan. Pack the apples into the mold and flatten the surface of the cake with the wooden spoon.
Bake for 10 minutes on the floor of the oven. Transfer the pan to the middle rack and continue baking for 50 to 55 minutes until golden-brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Remove the cake from the oven, and run a paring knife around the edge to loosen the cake from the ring of the mold. Cool in its mold to room temperature. Unmold the cake and transfer to a serving platter. Dust with powdered sugar and serve.
Cook’s note: The cake can be baked up to 6 hours ahead and kept in its mold at room temperature in a cool place. It is best eaten the day it is made.
Lucy: Recently, Xena and I got to be in videos for both Jewish and Christian Zoom services. Xena: So did Hank, but that doesn’t count. My Daddy did the “production” for the High Holy Days services for where Mommy and Lucy and I work. It’s called B’nai Zion Synagogue. I didn’t realize that I was being videoed or I would have done something for the camera instead of sniffing the honey jar. We’re not showing you that one. Lucy: But I am going to play the one that I am in for your viewing pleasure. (I can’t wait to see if you notice what happens at the very end!)
Xena: And here is the St. Francis Day video done over Zoom from our own church.
We hope you enjoyed the videos and have a barking good day.
I, Xena, am holding a contest to see who picks a winning name for our new schnauzer puppy stuffie. Whoever picks the best name gets a free trip to…
Lucy: Xena! Stop, just stop. I thought you were over this nonesense. You know you can’t give away a trip.
Hi, I’m the new schnauzer puppy stuffie and I need a name – a girl name. Would y’all please help me? Our Mommy is partial to “Sheila.” I’m not so sure, though.
So far, we have had the names Shira (or Shirah), Amelia, Max, Shania, Pilvi, Jasmine and Mrs. Mike suggested by our blogging friends. Plus two votes for Shelia. We are trying to decide. Your vote would be helpful, even if you don’t get a free trip anywhere. We are sure that next time you see me, I will be properly named. In other news, Xena removed the stitch that tacked down my right ear. She’s helpful like that. Now we’re twinsies.
Do you like the one ear down, one ear up look? Sister Xena said it’s the latest fashion. I still can’t get my ear back as far as hers goes.
Now, if I could just get her slobbers off my furs.
Love, Lucy, Xena and Schnauzer Puppy Stuffie with No Name
Hi, this is Xena. Mommy’s been thinking about getting another schnauzer puppy. She confides in me ’cause we are thick as thieves. Except we’re not thieves, and why do they call thieves thick, anyhow? But it sounds good, right? Anyhow, Mommy has what she calls the puppy itch. I’m not exactly opposed, but I’m not exactly for this either. I really like being the baby. She went out for a while to some stores and came home with a new schnauzer puppy — stuffie!
Mommy held her for us to meet. I sniffed politely, and didn’t try to chew off her nose. Then Mommy put her up really high on the bookcase. I thought she might not be safe up there, but was told that’s the only place she will be safe. Pretty soon, puppy got some company.
“Hi there, I’m Priscilla and this here behind me is Chippy. Chippy is a real fun and funny guy and you’ll enjoy having him as a friend. I help take care of the new pups around here. What’s your name?”
“I don’t know. Everyone just calls me the baby schnauzer.”
“Well, never mind, you’ll find out your name soon enough. Xena is the schnauzer you met when you first came in. Maybe she’ll help her Mom with a name. We’d better go. Xena’s having a fit that we got up here with you and is mad that she can’t. See you again soon, Baby Schnauzer.”
*a few minutes later* “Who are you? Are you an angel?”
“I can’t tell you I’m an angel cause I’ve been caught in too many lies already. But maybe I’m a ray of sunshine, BOL! Who I am is Ludwig, and I’m in love with Xena, but she doesn’t love me back. When I try to get close to her, she just pulls out my hair.”
*shudder* Xea sounds really scary. She’s down there scowling up at us!”
“Don’t worry, kid. Just stay up here and you’ll be fine.”
*a few minutes later* “Hi. I’m Oscar. Who are you?”
“I’m the new schnauzer puppy. I don’t think I have a name yet. What happened to your nose, Oscar?”
“One day Xena’s Mom left me alone with Xena and she bit off my nose. Lucy tried to operate and save it, and at first it seemed to work, but then it fell off. Food hasn’t tasted the same since. You need to make sure her Mom’s around when you’re with Xena. Anyho, I hope we can be friends.”
Xena: “How are y’all getting up there? Someone knock that puppy down here to me.”
*later that evening* “My new Momma is going to watch over me tonight, and maybe tomorrow I will get a name. I heard her asking my new Dadda what he thought about the name ‘Shelia.’ ‘Shelia the Schnauzer,’ she said.”
“Are you coming to bed now, Momma? Have you decided on my name yet? Oh, you’re going to ask Xena’s blogging friends to help? OK, nighty-night.”
Mom says there is a black hole in our house that is swallowing stuff. If she would tell us what and where the black hole is, we would go look in it for her. But we think she is just forgetting what she did with the stuff and won’t admit it. First she lost her mask – the mask that one of her grooming clients made for her.
Whatcha do with your mask, Mom?
She thinks she might have thrown it in a shopping bag as she left the grocery, but her search through the bags yielded nothing. So she bought a new one at CVS drug store. I don’t think she should be offering kisses to strangers…that’s my job, te, he!
I’ve started going back to Freestyle practice. Mommy was sure she had packed my little black harness with the red piping that she got at the church rummage sale for $1 a couple of years ago. It had my NPR (National Public Radio) leash attached to it. Angel Lexi made a pledge to NPR to get that leash. Well, Mommy made the pledge in Lexi’s name, and Lexi was not happy about that. Anyhow, when we got to Freestlye, she couldn’t find it. I didn’t care, ’cause I hate wearing my harness. Whenever Mommy tried to put it on me I would back up and she would grab me and pull me into it.
This is an old picture of me in my harness. Where did you lose it, Mommy?
When we finished up and got in the car to go home, she did find it in the bottom of the bag. We got home, Mommy unpacked the bag and did other stuff. Later, when it was time for my walk, the harness and leash were nowhere to be found! I had to wear a stupid string harness she found in with her grooming stuff; it rubs me raw under my legs. Grrr.
After a couple of days of looking for my harness, Mommy helped me into my car kennel and off we went to Petco. I was pretty thrilled to go shopping. Oh my, the smells! But she kept pulling me back over to the leashes and collars and harnesses section where there was nothing fun or good to eat. And then the “try it on” stuff began.
On Sunday we went for a walk at the Greenway where there are loads of paths and scents and other dogs walking with their peeps. Here is me in my new harness. I hate it almost as much as the other one. (Don’t I look great in it?)
Hey Lucy, move! Mommy’s tryin’ to take my picture.
Lucy, I have an idea. Let’s hide so Mommy can’t find us and she will think we fell in the black hole, BOL!
We are Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess still looking for that hole.
Elle: I heard Xena’s Mommy gets to take Friday off as a holiday for Erev Rosh Hashanah, even though she isn’t Jewish. Oscar: How do you know she’s not Jewish? Elle: I heard her tell one of the synagogue congregants that. Oscar: Does that mean we all get the day off? Maybe we can organize some fun games. Elle: We can ask Rainbow Bear to help. She’s good a that kind of thing. Oscar: She seems good at everything. Do you think Xena’s Mommy needs any help with her work?
Oscar: Hey, where did Xena go? She was right here a minute ago. Do you think it’s lunch time?
Elle: It’s not lunch time and her Mommy’s still here, so she isn’t getting a bath, although she sure needs one. Maybe she’s hiding so she doesn’t get bathed.
*yawn* How can a girl get her beauty sleep with those two yammering constantly? Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mommy and Daddy have been eating outside on our new screened porch almost every day, sometimes twice a day. I’m a good girl and sit under the glass table or go play in the yard while they eat. But when the food is gone, all bets are off! I go to Daddy – he can’t resist me – and hop up and down or stand up and throw back my head until he picks me up.
I was sitting in his lap in front of the table not long ago when he got a phone call. Since he was ignoring me, I decided to do a bit of ‘sploring.
They sure didn’t leave much for me to clean up.
Nothing on this ledge either. If I was a cat, I would walk on it, but I’m not.
Hmmm, looks like a long way down.
I wonder what’s in that bag. Lilys? Who would put flowers in a bag?
I’ve heard the story of how Angel Lexi got hip dysplasia from always jumping off of things. I guess I’m stuck here ’til Daddy gets off the phone and helps me.
Lucy: So Xena, it seems that your story character Xe has a new friend. What are they going to do? You can’t just leave the story there.
Xena: They’re going to have grand adventures, and another friend is joining them. In the meantime, I made a new page for my blog that has the whole story book up to here, with no silly interuption of Mommy grooming or you doing other stuff. Here’s what happens next.
PARIS REUNION
When last we met, Xe had just met a lovely French poodle named Gigi. They quickly became fast friends. Gigi offered to show Xe more sites in her home town, so Xe extended her stay at the Air B&B for an extra night. The next morning over café au lait, the little schnauzer regaled her hosts with stories of both her day in Paris as well as her adventures with her BCFF (Best Cat Friend Forever), Tye. Xe and Gigi had just returned to the Air B&B to prepare for anther fun day together when Xe got a text.
“It’s Tye!” Xe exclaimed. “She’s’ on her carpet, hovering over Sacré-Cœur. Let’s go!”
Gigi already knew who Tye was from their long talks the evening before. The pair ran as fast as they could to the stairs to the summit and on up to the butte Montmartre, the highest point in the city. They only stopped once to catch their breath before reaching the basilica.
“There she is! Here I am, Tye! Down here!” Xe hopped up and down and waved frantically with excitement.
Making a smooth four-point landing, Tye had barely hopped off her carpet when she felt Xe’s arms around herwith a big schnauzer hug. They grabbed paws and danced in a hoppy circle with excitement. Tye, in her fancy French beret, suddenly stopped as she saw another dog approach.
Gigi, who had been holding back, shyly approached the happy pair.
“This is my new friend, Gigi,” explained Xe when she finally stopped hopping. I just know you two will become good friends too. She has offered to be my – and now our – tour guide in Paris.”
“Meow, meow, meow! A friend of Xe’s is a friend of mine,” smiled Tye.
“Je suis heureux de vous rencontrer,” responded Gigi.
Tye turned to Xe, and whispered, “Uh, did she just swear at me?”
Gigi, who had very good hearing, said, “No, no, mon amie, that was ma langue français. I will speak your language, English, if you like.”
Having come to that agreement, Gigi offered – in English – to take them to the famous horse racetack, the Hippodrome de Longchamp Moulin. She explained that it is a lesser-know attraction where the locals enjoy losing their money. After paying their 2€ each to enter, they found the best seats, right in front of the track.
Xe, very confident in her running abilities, stated, “You see those horses? They could run faster if they didn’t have men on their backs. I bet I could even beat them in a race right now.” “Ah, but you could not beat me.” The little poodle said this with such confidence that Xe couldn’t help but challenge her to a race. As soon as the horses began leaving the track the three friends ran out onto the racecourse to settle who was fastest. Tye decided to let the race be between Xexe and Gigi, taking on the role of “starter.”
“Xe! Stop! You’re running the wrong way!” Tye called out as Tye tried to get her turned around. “Wee!” exclaimed Gigi. “C’est fantastique! Je vole, je cours si vite!” (I’m flying, I run so fast!)
(A little later) “Wow, quelle fun?” Gigi exclaimed. “I have never before been in a race and I have never before been tossed out of a venue. Vous deux savez comment le vivre.” (You two know how to live it up.)
“I thought you said you would speak English so I could understand you,” complained Tye. “Je suis désolé, er, I mean, I am sorry,” answered Gigi. “My English is actually very good. I just forget, since I was helping Xéxé practice her French. Now, let’s keep exploring.”
“Here is the Musée Picasso. It is a ‘must see.'” This time, instead of paying the admittance fee, the trio slipped in the dock door as the museum was receiving a delivery– something Gigi would never have done by herself.
“How strange all these paintings and statues look,” mused Xe. “That Picasso dude must have had a really warped mind to come up with all of this. Hey, Gigi, we never got to finish our race. Wanna’ try to catch me?” Xe started running with Gigi close behind. Several statues wobbled, almost tipping over. They stopped and listened at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Tye, oblivious to imminent company, was still thinking about what to do with the big-nosed man in front of her. “Hmm, this doesn’t make a very good scratching post. Maybe I’ll leap onto his head and take a bite out of that huge schnozzle.”
“Hey! You three, what are you doing in there?” a guard asked as he approached. Gigi quickly translated the guard’s French. “Nothing,” they all said in unison, with wide eyes and ready to flee. “Sortez!” He gave them all a stern look while Gigi told Tye and Xe that they were being thrown out of the museum. The friends ran for the nearest exit, trying not to do any damage on their way. They got outside and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, woofing and meowing in laughter. “That is two times – deux fois – we have been thrown out of somewhere! How fun!” laughed Gigi. “Let us find our next adventure.”
As they travelled through Paris, they came to the pool of water in front of the Louvre. Xe quickly got out her ball and jumped in to cool down.
“Wee! Wait for me!” yelled Gigi. “I have always wanted to do this, but never before had the nerve.” The little French and German-American dogs played ball in the water until – once again – they got thrown out. Tye, not too fond of swimming, watched from the side, and clapped her paws and laughed as they they climbed out of the water. “Here, we will cool you off too,” woofed Gigi as she and Xe shook the water from their hair. “It is getting late,” said Gigi, “and I must go home before Maman wonders what has happened to me. She worries too much.” “Come on, Tye, we can stay at my Air B&B tonight,” said Xe. “You will like our hosts, and I am sure they will let me stay another night. I have a nice room and big bed we can share. Help me remember to text Mommy to let her know I am OK. She worries about me, too, even though I am a big girl now.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” meowed Tye, “I promised to text Sho when I found you in Paris, and, with all the excitement, I forgot! I’d better do that too.”
And so, another fun day in Paris ended, with plans to meet up the next day.
Mommy walked throught the house and said, “Eww, something smells like pee.” She sniffed around like a bloodhound and said, “Eww, this ottoman stinks.” She grabbed her gallon bottle of white vinegar and soaked poor Mr. Otto Man with it. After about a week, she took another whiff and said the vinegar didn’t work. “Jeff!” she said, “Help me carry this big heavy thing out into the sun. Maybe that will take care of the smell.” Every night she went out and tucked Otto Man in for the night with a big blue plastic cover. And every morning she went out and uncovered him. But, alas, he was “sick unto death” as they say. Mommy and Daddy loaded Otto Man into the back of the truck and Daddy took him to the Otto Man graveyard. Here is my memorial to Mr. Otto Man.
Me and my friends hung out with Mr. Otto Man.
Morty wanted past me, but Mr. Otto Man was in the way.
Riley slept on Mr. Otto Man.
It’s where I apologized to Oscar for biting off his nose.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
My new Christmas stuffies napped on Mr. Otto Man.
On cold winter nights Angel Lexi laid on Otto Man in front of the fireplace.
I laid on Otto Man just like Angel Lexi.
Maybe you’ve gone to be with Angel Lexi, Mr. Otto Man. You were her throne.
Xena: It seems Mommy found a way to both comply and to rebel, all at once. I will have to watch her techique and learn that trick. She said since a cookie sheet is usually used to cook sweets, why not use a pie plate – which is also used to cook sweets – to make an all-in-one main meal? With that in mind, she made a tomato pie — at our Dad’s request. Tennessee tomatoes are big and juicy and kinda sweet. You’d better have a napkin under one if you bite into it. And we are having a very good year for tomatoes. The fresh market just down the road from us has local tomatoes that range from the size of a baseball to the size of a softball. Mmmm. I can’t wait until this comes out of the oven!
Crustless Tomato Pie
INGREDIENTS 4 tomatoes sliced 1-2 teaspoons salt 1 Tablespoon butter 1 yellow onion sliced 1 clove garlic minced 1/2 teaspoon black pepper 2 Tablespoons fresh oregano chopped 1 to 2 fresh leaves basil, chopped 1 cup mozzarella cheese shredded, plus a little extra for sprinkling over top 2 eggs beaten 1/4 Cup pesto (optional) 1/4 Cup black or kalamata olices (optional)
INSTRUCTIONS
Slice tomatoes and lay sliced on plates. Sprinkle lightly with salt and let sit at least 10-20 minutes, and up to 30 minutes.
Melt butter in small skillet over medium-high heat. Add onion and garlic and saute’ until onions are soft (about 8 minutes). Transfer to a medium-sized bowl.
Add cheese, eggs, herbs, and pepper to bowl. Stir to combine.
Drain water off of plates with tomatoes, With a paper towel, gently blot tomatoes to soak up excess moisture.
Arrange tomatoes in a single layer in a pie pan. Top with about a tablespoon (or more) of pesto and some of the cheese mixture. Repeat until all ingredients have been used, finishing with a layer of tomatoes. Top this layer with a sprinkle of mozzarella cheese.
Bake at 375 degrees for 30-40 minutes, or until edges are lightly browned.
Allow to sit 5-7 minutes before serving Note # 1: Mommy used Buffalo Mozzarella, and it was too soft to grate, so she just mixed it in and it was fine. Note #2: If her tomatoes look a bit strange, it’s cause she peeled and seeded them to be in compliance with this “no lectin” diet her and Daddy are on.
Can you believe they ate the whole thing in one sitting?! OMD! Not even any leftovers for us. Mommy’s gonna have to find someone else to help her with these food posts in the future. I’m done.
Thanks to Comedy Plus for hosting the Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop!
The peeps are eating different than they used to. And sometimes they don’t even eat dinner.
Now they think it is a good idea for me and Xena to not eat dinner one night a week too. They call it a “fast,” but I think it should be called a “slow.” Do you know what we think of our forced participation? Phhthhhh!
Love and wiggles, Lucy and Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
“I made it here to the City of Lights before dark,” thought Xe as her magic flying carpet hovered close to the iconic Eiffel Tower. “La Ville–Lumière,” she thought to herself. “Yes, I must start using the French I learned for when I got a chance to come here.”
“I’m sure glad I tied my suitcase to my collar,” she continued to muse. “There was quite a bit of turbulance over Turkey. All those big birds must have stirred up the air something fierce. Speaking of turkeys, my tummy’s starting to rumble. “Swirl,” Xe said to her carpet, that she had named Swirl, “take me to a cafe to get something to eat, please.” Xe had been taught well, and carried her manners over even to her flying carpet.
“It’s really late for my supper, but I remember that Parisians eat later than we do at home. Hmm, this place looks busy. I bet they have good food. I think I’ll ask if they serve steak tartare — two of my favorite foods in one dish. I love that the restaurants in beautiful Paris allow dogs to dine with the peeps. I might have to ask for some help with the menu if they don’t have what I want.”
As Xe walked into the patio area, a nearby couple stopped her and – with a lovely British accent – the lady asked if she was with anyone. With only a slight hesitation, she admitted that she was in town by herself, doing some sightseeing. At that, the couple smiled and invited her to dine with them, even offering it to be their treat. Of course, Xe thought they were going to share their food treats with her, and was only mildly disappointed when she realized at the end of the meal that they meant they would pay her bill. She did indeed dine on raw ground meat and egg, while often wiping her beard so as to not appear uncivilized. Not wanting to offend anyone, she accepted a very small glass of red wine and spoke as much French as she could remember. Mostly though, Xe lapped a lot of water after her long flight from Tyeland.
That night, Xe slept soundly in a quiet little B&B that her Mommy had booked for her. Her hosts were ex-pats from the U.S. and were excited to hear about her life in Tennessee. When she fell asleep in the man’s lap, he gently carried her to a quiet little room of her own and tucked her into a soft bed where, with a full tumy, she snoozed away the night.
Xe snoozed soundly until the dawn light peeked through the window.
Waking refreshed and ready to see the sights, Xe thanked her wonderful hosts with much tail wagging and promises to give them rave reviews on the Air B&B site. Off went the brave little schnauzer to visit the icon of Paris that she had spotted from the sky the previous evening: the Eiffel Tower.
On the way, Xe wondered about all the people playing in the Seine. Since the day proved to be heating up quickly, she decided to grab her ball from her little rucksack and jump in the water.
She swam up to a man who was all alone and asked, “Vux-tu jouer au ballon?” When he looked at her puzzled, she realized he was also American, so she said, “Do you want to play ball?” He readily agreed, tossing it only a short way. After many swims to retrieve the ball, Xe decided that although she was having fun, she didn’t want to wear herself out in the water. There was so much more to do and see in the City of Lights! She bade him adieu and swam to shore – with her ball.
She soon reached the boulevard around the Eiffel Tower, where she stopped to eat a bit of brunch. All that swimming had made her famished.
Xe bowed her head and gave thanks for her safe trip to Paris, for her new friends, for her Mommy, and for her food. While her eyes were closed, a French Poodle came up to her to see what she was “looking at.”
“Qu’est ce que tu regardes?” inquired the poodle. Startled, Xe jumped and barely stopped a growl before the poodle could hear it. She covered her reaction by asking the dog’s name. “Comment t’appelles-tu?” “Je m’appelle Gigi,” she replied in a soft voice. “Et tu?” “Je m’appelle Xexe,” Xe smiled. “Gigi et XeXe!” they both exclaimed, and thus began a new friendship.
Hello friends. Lucy Ace Reporter back with you on the Groom Beat.
Xena: Hey Lucy, I thought I would continue with my story today on my blog.
Lucy: First of all, it’s our blog. And Mom asked me to report on our latest new groom today, so you will have to wait until another day. I was just giving Sweetheart Bear some loving time since you’ve been ignoring her lately.
Xena: Coming next week: Xe Tours Paris on her Magic Flying Carpet
Lucy: Hmm, that was easier than I expected. So, moving on, in today’s edition of Grooming with Mom, I bring you Georgia A. Georgia is a very tiny yorkie puppy. She is less than three months old, and this is her first groom. Mom’s previous client – the man named John who sent his daughter here for her tiny yorkie’s first groom (click here if you missed that) – sent Georgia’s family here too. John can’t come any more because he no longer has his own yorkie, but we bet he gets lots of yorkie loving from his friend’s yorkie puppie Georgia and his daughter’s yorkie puppy Chief.
Georgia before her groom
During the groom, Georgia alternated between wanting to crawl onto Mom’s head and giving her sass about everything Mom was doing. Mom instantly fell in love with her and wanted to keep her, but didn’t think that dog-napping would go well for her grooming career.
About 90 minutes later, Georgia looked like this.
Mom trimmed under her eyes more after the picture was taken. We sure hope she grows into her ears.
When her dad picked her up, he told Mom who his folks are. They have Maggie, a poodle /shih tzu mix (pictured here) that Mom has been grooming for several years. Many of you sent prayers and positive thoughts for Maggie’s Mama, who had cancer, and she is fully recovered.
So this was actually a double referral to Mom, from both sets of Georgia’s grandpawrents. And speaking of yorkie puppies Chief was back this past week for his second groom. He did quite a bit better this time, but he screamed with every little bit of hair Mom had to pull from his ears. She was afraid the neighbors would think she was torturing someone, and was glad that the cops didn’t show up. Chief had a dark hair coat his first time here, but he is getting really light.
Chief July 3, 2020
Chief August 13, 2020
He doesn’t look like the same pup, does he?
From what his undercoat shows, we think he is going to be even lighter next time.
Aren’t puppies great?
This is Lucy Ace Reporter signing off with wags and wiggles and a reminder to watch for Xena’s next episode of her adventure tales, coming soon.
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