In memory of Angel Lexi, who was born in Georgia and was raised and resided for 13 years in southeastern Tennessee.
And in honor of Lucy, who is a Southern girl through and through.

In memory of Angel Lexi, who was born in Georgia and was raised and resided for 13 years in southeastern Tennessee.
And in honor of Lucy, who is a Southern girl through and through.


Last night I heard Mom tell Dad that it seemed odd that she didn’t have any grooms for this weekend. Right after that she got a message on the neighborhood apple or appie or something that said, “Do you by any chance have an opening to shave my hateful old bity this weekend? If not it is ok. She’s beyond trimming she is getting matted so a shave except for her face will be necessary.” The person left her phone number, so Mom texted her back and said sure, come at 9:30 on Saturday. The lady warned Mom that her Shih Tzu bites, which is why she is such a mess. “Emmy” even tries to bite her Mom when her Mom tries to brush her. I think that is a very, very bad dog. I would never bite anyone, especially my Mom. But Mom has done well with supposed biters in times past, but she has also been bitten – especially by shih tzus. As it turned out, Emmy was a handful on the table and took a long time. She tried to eat my Dad for lunch when he held onto her so that Mom could cut her nails. Dad was brave and did not shirk his duty, and every nail got safely cut. At one point, Emmy calmed down and looked Mom in the eyes. Yeah, Mom melted. After her bath, Emmy got still and let Mom finish up her face and head with no argument.
I think they might have become friends. Emmy is already scheduled to come back in two months. When her Mom came back to get her, she said that Emmy and another dog were rescued from a house where the owner had died. Two other dogs didn’t “make it.” She has lived in her new home for four years. She hates the man there too, so maybe her first Dad was mean to her.

So, just before Mom started grooming Emmy, another new person called wanting her little yorkie groomed.
Bella is a tiny, four-year-old Yorkshire terrier (yay, another terrier like me – well, maybe not exactly like me). Oh, and Bella is a sweetie, just like me! Bella’s peeps didn’t tell Mom that she was a matted mess before they brought her. Her Dad told Mom exactly what they wanted, and even showed her a picture they found on the internet. I guess that’s just Mom’s job, to turn matted messes into something pretty, right?
That’s it for this week’s edition of Grooming with Amy. We hope you enjoyed it.
Love and wiggles, Lucy.
We are honored that Cino and his Mom LeeAnn nominated us for the One Lovely Blog Award. You can visit them at Animal Are Feeling Beings Too. 
One of the rules is to list seven facts about ourselves. Lucy, take it away!

I am supposed to nominate 15 bloggers for this award. Even though Mom is old hat at this (no Mom, I would never, ever call you old) I am new at it, so I am going to try to find some newer bloggers, or at lease some that are new to Mom, too, along with a few of our many other favorites. Let’s see, (drum roll, please) I nominate:
I know I’m supposed to nominate more bloggers, but Mom said it’s a lot of (HBO word) work and time and we have done more than half. Some of you may already have this award, so that’s ok. Others may not want it, and that’s ok too. And still others may say the HBO word about taking too much time. To the last group Mom says just take it and run, don’t worry about the rules. (Mom is more of a rebel than me.)
Now for The Rules:
Love and wags,
Lucy the Conformist
Today we join the Cat on my Head Sunday Selfies. Riley’s Dad, Andrew, sent us this artistic picture of Riley. He is proud to take part in the hop.

3 weeks ago:

2 weeks ago:

1 week ago:
Mom! I don’t have a thing to wear to the dance! I am going to look at your stuff.






Riley: Come swim Lucy, the water’s fine. Lucy: I’m working on my tan.
Riley: Isn’t this great? Lucy: But where are all our friends? Are we at the right place?
I think they missed the memo.

Anyone who has followed this blog for very long knows that our precious Lexi had a very good and full life. Below are a few pictures of Lexi enjoying her time “working” at St. Timothy’s Episcopal Church, or “the church on the mountain,” as she identified it. She guarded my office and greeted all those I permitted to enter (everyone), insisting on being pet and requesting food. Both were often obliged. (She gained five pounds during her two years of Wednesdays and Fridays there.) She enjoyed going into the enclosed memorial garden, whose entrance was directly across from our office. She took special delight in rolling in the vinca, after which I had to try to fluff it up. Ever try to fluff an ivy?
Lexi also had her memorable moments inside. I usually took her breakfast with us. Sometimes she did not approve, and did the D&D (Disdain and Dump). She was always a good communicator.

Then came our last day at St. Tim’s. A friend gave us a plant. This was the last photo of Lexi at “the church on the mountain.” More adventures were to come!

Ella here. Boy oh boy has it been stressful few days. Starting last week I hears “BOOM, POP, CRACKLE, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM”! Holy poops friends I thoughts for sures my minions…ahem… humans, the schnauzer, and I were goners. It was like a bad dream. All of this noise lasted for 87 hours, it had to of, and all my minions…I mean humans could do was just tells me to calm down that it was ok.
Well holy poop humans! Hows in the world can it be “ok”? We are under attack! I tried and tried to tell them that I would handle it. “Let me at em” I said…. “You’s guys go hide, run for your lives!” but they just SAT there! I was so stressed and worried for the fam that the first few nights I snuck into the minion human bed and cuddled with mom… You know because she needed to be reassured that I was going to keep her safe and all.

Now looking back I think they may have not believed me because they just saw me as Ella, the sweetest, cutest boxer girl on Earth… you see I wasn’t wearing my Wonder Woman collar, so they must have thought I wasn’t capable or something… Well friends we stayed under attack for 87 years!!… or until last night around midnight. Mom and dad vanished for a few hours earlier in the evening, they said they were going to the store, which was a big fat lie because I didn’t get a toy when they got back. Nope, all they brought me was this glowy thingy that they put around my neck. When they got home the booming really got loud. I KNEW we were all about to be blown to a million pieces… then what did they do???? THEY TOOK ME AND THE SCHNAUZER OUTSIDE TO WATCH!


Come on Ella girl they said, it’ll be pretty they said… So I barked and barked then I started seeing all of these pretty lights in the sky. They reminded me of the bugs I like to catch at night, but there were soooo many more of them and darns they were loud! I let my daddy give me some rubs and I watched and you know what…. We did NOT blows up friends!! I told mom and dad that it was because I was such a good guard girl this week, those things were too scared to do anything but be pretty. So I successfully protected my minions…humans… and the schnauzer too.
I am Ella the sweetest, cutest (bravest) boxer girl on Earth!
Pee S: The strangest thing happened…I got a new Super Power.

Since Ella – who I have never met – got to star in her own artsy fartsy day on Saturday, I politely asked for equal time. After all, I was also neglected (OK, Dad was here, but ya’ll know it’s not the same) while Mom went and lavished all her love on that Piper dog. But I’ve already told you about that earlier today. Mom said she would make an exception to her no-more-than-one -post-a-day rule just for me. That means I get to join in the Cat on my Head Sunday Selfies! Yay! Mom made it all patriotic for the birthday of our country, the already great U.S. of A. I tried to pose extra pretty, so I hope you like it.

Love and wags, Lucy
Hi friends. Mom has been neglectful busy and hasn’t helped me to post anything on my our my blog lately. I am going to try to think real hard and remember everything that has happened since last we all visited.
First, Mom got a bad case of poison oak. She said she got it from me, but I don’t know how when I don’t itch or have any red, blistery rashes like her. Then I heard her tell Dad that I wasn’t allowed to run through the woods around our house anymore, not even through the weeds and brush on the hill going down to the neighbors. He said, “But that’s how she gets her exercise.” (Go Dad!) Then she said, “Do you want to keep that dog? I’m not going through this again.” End of discussion.
Shortly after that, Mom packed a bag and left. I don’t know where she went, but she sure
as shootin’ didn’t take me (or Dad). It was the next day that I snuck onto Dad’s computer and saw — on what is supposed to be my blog — these pictures of Piper, who I might add, I have never met. So, I am thinking, “She’s scoping out a replacement for me.” Dad assured me that wasn’t the case, but she sure was lovin’ on that pooch.
I had the weekend to hang out with my Dad, my defender, my pal, and the new feeder of my raw food diet.
When Mom finally got home, she announced that I was going straight into the tub — right after she rubbed all this poison ivy/oak remover all over me. Mom, I don’t have any of what you got! She wouldn’t listen, and Dad got coerced into getting me into the tub.
The next day was Monday and Mom had to go into work after she got something called a root canal. The dentist got halfway through and had to stop, said it wouldn’t work, but she can tell you about that if she wants. She got out of work early and went to something called a doc-in-a-box and got a shot to get rid of the poison oak that I didn’t give her. She had been trying to get rid of it for a week with an ointment she said always used to work, but now it was spreading and blistering and she was “not a happy camper.” Yeah, tell me about it. When she got home, my peeps bro Andrew was outside working on his truck, so she went over to tell him to not let me run the same places she had already told Dad. Before she could, though, he smiled big and told her how much fun I had running up and down the hill next to the house that day. Oh, dog poopie! She marched inside, told Dad I h
ad to live outside in the fenced yard until he gave me a bath, then stuck me out there with nothing but a bowl of water. Pretty soon Dad came out, grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to the downstairs to what some people call a bathroom. It’s really a water boarding chamber of torture. I quivered the whole time. And oh, the shot didn’t work, either. (Serves her right.) Now she is on some kind of pills called prednisone and that has not improved her mood, let me tell you.
So let’s see, what’s next. Oh yes. The week got much better. Mom said she was giving me a second chance and took me to work to the church with her on Thursday. It was wonderful! It was the day folks come in to get food vouchers. I had heard stories about Lexi doing therapy on all these people, so I thought, if anything will get me my job back, that should be it. She and the volunteer kept trying to hold me back and stop me from running up to everyone, but I was not to be deterred. I was on a mission for good. And guess what? Everyone loved me! There was a little boy who wasn’t too sure about me at first, but he started laughing when I wacked him with my tail and his Mom told him it was ok to pet me. Mom was very neglectful about getting pictures. Something about the phones ringing and trying to “deal with me” and people’s privacy. I really think she should get her priorities straight. I even hate to mention this, but I am going to anyway: I. Did. NOT. Pee. or Poop. Inside. Not. Even. Once. I was a very good girl and did what Angel Lexi used to do, but with more enthusiasm! Yay for me! I hope I go back soon. I especially really like the volunteer David, just like Angel Lexi did. I know he liked me, too.
😵🐶😒After work we drove to a place where all the lost and unwanted dogs – mostly bullie breeds like me — get dumped. I thought, “Oh no!” I know I was very good at work, and I tried to tell Mom I would never ever give her poison anything again even though I never gave it to her ever in-the-first-place and please don’t leave me. Then I saw a lot of happy people and dogs and tents and ice cream. So maybe this wasn’t so bad. Mom explained to me that I was going to get a tiny little chip stuck under my skin so that if I ever got lost I could be returned to her and Dad. That sounded good, and it didn’t even hurt when the nice lady did it. Then we went home together. (Whew!)
Well, your eyes are probably getting tired reading all this, so I will finish telling you stuff another time. Besides, it’s supper time and Riley’s tummy is growling so loud I can’t think.
Love and wiggles, Lucy.

Ella is Piper’s sister, who has not appeared in Angel Lexi/Lucy’s blog very often, so you may not be acquainted with this young, vivacious boxer mix who loves everyone. Before Piper had to be kept calm because of his heart, they chased and caught rabbits together in their backyard, along with other adventures. Ella helped him “stay young.” They still sleep together in their large wire kennel as best friends do.
During my visit at their house a week ago, I was naturally very focused on Piper, and Ella didn’t get much attention. Neither did she get mentioned in the blog posts about the trip. I’m afraid she is feeling a bit neglected and has demanded recompense by way of starring in the Caturday Art Blog Hop. “Starring” was her word, not mine – I think she must have had a visit from Angel Lexi.
So, without further ado, heeeeere’s Ella!

We have joined Athena Cat Goddess today in her Caturday Art Blog Hop.

Do you see this, Aunt Amy? I have to go through all these moving boxes to get to my water. And I drink a lot of water. My Mama says it’s cause of my sugar being off. That’s the truth! I haven’t had any sugar on me since the great powdered sugar caper years ago. Never mind that, now I need to go out again.
Whoa! I stood up too fast. Hey! Do you see these butterflies that just appeared all around me, Aunt Amy?
Where’d they go? I think it’s getting ready to rain. Maybe we should go back inside. I wonder if the butterflies went in the house.

What are you eating, Aunt Amy? I think it is my supper time. Or lunch. Or maybe second breakfast? I feel like no one fed me today.
Your Dad fed you this morning before he left for work.
That was 87 minutes ago. Maybe even 87 hours.
I understand, sweet boy, you are a schnauzer. I will give you a little bit of lunch. Just don’t tell your Mom.
Could you give me some of that food you are eating and I won’t tell my Mom about that either?
*sigh*
Wait, you don’t really have to leave today, do you? I am going to lay on you until it is time to go. I will miss you. Come back soon.
I will miss you too, Piper and I will try to do that.
I love you, Aunt Amy. ❤
I love you too, Piper. ❤
Aunt Amy! What took you so long? Mom told me 87 days ago you were coming to visit me. Did you get lost?
It’s OK, Aunt Amy. You’re here now. Just hold me.
I want to share with you another article by Dr. Becker. I, for one, didn’t know that blue/green algae could be deadly. Summer Killer Alert: Please Don’t Let Your Pets Breathe, Touch, Eat or Drink Here.

Also, just last week I learned about a dangerous plant called grass awns at Tails Around the Ranch, featuring Sam and Elsa, two great Standard Poodles. Their Mom writes, “… I know only too well that fox tails are very much alive and well in urban settings and can easily attach themselves to a leg or paw while walking. The result can lead to infection and extensive (read expensive) vet treatment.” If you, like me, are not familiar with this plant, you can visit Mr. Google or just follow the blog link to learn more about it.
It seems we and our animal friends live in a dangerous world. It’s summer here. Be safe.

Introducing Jaxon, a 10-year-old Yorkshire Terrier. He is cousins with Chloe and Chaz who were featured in a previous post. His Mom and Grandmom stayed for his groom and saw what a good boy he was the whole time.

Love and wags, Lucy
Mom finally realized that the food she bought from Chewy.com was not raw. She had searched their site for raw food, and it popped up and she didn’t read any further. She found this out when she couldn’t find the word “raw” on the package. Upon reading the package more closely she also found that the protein/fat ratio for raw food was way off. It should be 2 parts protein to 1 part fat, and it was half and half. (Maybe ’cause it wasn’t raw, Mom.) When she called them, they were very nice, said they would fix that search engine, and gave her all her money back. The bag is now sitting in the freezer waiting to be fed on an “emergency” basis. I wonder what kind of an emergency I could have to get some more Tylees…
Then Mom got another revelation.
Yep, she finally looked closer at this danged fish and realized why I wasn’t eating it. She put on some gloves and took a knife to it, trying to just slice off the fin. Ha, ha, that didn’t work so well. It turned into one of Phenny’s DIY projects. I listened for some HBO words, but the worst I heard was, “Ow, that does hurt,” and “I need a sharper knife,” and “I wonder who I can get to do this for me.” She finally got it done with about the same results as in Phenny’s crib. I did get to eat the head and some meat off of it, though.
Anyhow, Mom thought it was time for me to share pictures (’cause I’m not sharing my food) of what else I’ve had for supper recently. In case you didn’t know, I am on the Raw Diet. Mom says it took some time to get her head around feeding raw meat. It took me, however, no time getting my mouth around it. Mmmmmm.


Mom puts down my bowl and I dive in. She has to be fast to get a picture while there is still food in the bowl.

I want to end with a quick update from Mom on Piper.
Piper is holding steady, even showing some spunk. Yesterday he moved with his Mom (his Dad was already there) to Nashville. Now Piper and his family are only 2 hours away from us instead of almost 6. We are always glad to be closer, and especially at this time in Piper’s life.

Love and wags, Lucy
My Dad took a late lunch and discovered what Riley and I do during our lunch breaks.
Loves and wiggles, Lucy
Piper went to an emergency vet clinic at 4:00 Eastern Time. Although we knew Piper’s heart is enlarged, and has been for years, it does not look like he is in congestive heart failure. His liver is extremely large because of his heart problem. His liver is pushing all of his organs, including his stomach, down, causing the distension in his abdomen. His food was just sitting in his very full stomach. The food had nowhere to go since his intestines were also full. The dogtor did something called a rectal (don’t know and don’t want to know) to clear it out. That worked, and Piper went outside and pooped for five solid minutes. He felt much better, as we all would in that situation.
He went home with instructions to go to his regular vet and have his insulin level checked. He is an insulin dependent diabetic. He seems to be out of the woods for right now. As funny as it sounds, the digestive issue would have been life-threatening if it hadn’t been resolved today. We just don’t know yet what can be done about the enlarged liver and the problems it is presenting. Many thank to everyone for their POTP, prayers, concern and comments.
Piper was feeling much better, with a smile on his precious face even while his eyes were getting heavy on the way home.



When I woke up this morning I had this text from Piper’s Mom:
Piper’s been off today. Too much to type but just wanted to let you know we may not make it through the night. But who knows, he may be himself again tomorrow.
This morning she wrote:
Still here. Keeps pulling his head to the right. Like a nervous tick. Drinking tons. At one point last night he started twitching when I was trying to trim him some with just scissors. I cut his neck. 😦 He didn’t flinch. (My Note: Normally Piper would have been screaming at Mach 1 that his life was surely over if he got hurt.)
And a bit later:
He’s still holding steady. Still wanting food and treats. (My Note: Yes, he is definitely a schnauzer.)

Please pray and give Piper your POTP. He is my Super Schnauzer Nephew.
My Mom was watching videos on grooming tek neeks when her new groom got to the house. She set her laptop on the floor with the you tube video still running. Can you guess what I did? Yep, I watched how to groom shih tzu faces and yorkie faces and malteses all overs and tons of other stuff. Dad put me out in the yard for a while, but I couldn’t wait to get back in to watch more videos. I ran right to the laptop and kept watching until Mom was all done in her groom room and came back upstairs. I hope I get to watch more videos of dogs today.

Zoe is a Papitese. She is half Papillon and half Maltese. Mom said she was a very, very good girl and got a treat and a fancy bow on her collar. Maybe I can groom Zoe next time, ’cause I have to get some paws-on experience. I will see if there is a you tube video for Papitese grooming.
Loves and wiggles,
Lucy
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