Xena: Where are we?
Angel Lexi: We’re in your dream.
Xena: They still talk about you.
Angel Lexi: I know.
Xena: Mommy still cries for you.
Angel Lexi: I know, that’s why you’re here.
Xena: What should I do?
Angel Lexi: Just keep loving her.
Hi, it’s me, Xena. Yesterday me and Chia rode together in the car kennel for 87 hours. We do really well at that! A bonus was that we got to eat breakfast before 5:00 in the morning…woo hoo! Lucy rode in the back seat next to us, and slowly wormed her way up between the front seats so that she was mostly laying on the divider thingie between Mommy and Daddy. She pretty much panted the whole 87 hour drive, so we didn’t begrudge her that comfort. Riley? Oh, he stayed home with His Person Andrew, who came to stay at our house with him. Anyhoo, we went especially to spend time with my Grandma who turned 93 on Thursday.
From all the stress of the drive, Lucy’s had the squirts and…
Lucy: No, Xena, you don’t need to tell everyone about that, please!
Xena: Oh, ok Luce. So this morning Lucy went to the nursing home to visit with our Grandma. While she was there, she did some unofficial therapy work with other residents who wanted to pet her. It was nice that she made people smile and have a little bit better day.
Lucy: (Looking grateful) Thanks, Xena.
Xena: It was nice and cool here in In Dee Anna, and Mommy took us all for a long walk. We walked down to a pretty place called Forest Park. Here’s me and Lucy in front of some pretty roses and something called a pergola. There was also a very small lake and more pergola thingies and lots of paved walkways.
The temperature was in the mid-60’s but the sun was warm.
And here’s Chia in front of some other flowers. Speaking of Chia..
Chia: Xena, don’t!
Xena: Speaking of Chia, for three years, no matter what Mommy has tried, Chia’s been a terror to take on a walk. She pulls so hard on the leash the whole time that Mommy hates to even walk her (but she does anyhow ’cause Chia needs so much exercise). So we get here, and Julia — who owns the Air B&B where we are staying, not my friend and Freestyle trainer Julia — lives next door. She was outside when we arrived and she and Mommy and Daddy started talking. They found out that Julia is a dog trainer. (I wonder if all dog trainers are called Julia??) Mommy begged her to take Chia and leash train her, saying she would pay her whatever she wanted if she could do that. Julia went in her house and came back out with a thin metal collar that she slipped over Chia’s head. (If you biggify the picture you can see the collar.) She put the leash on it and walked down the block and back with Chia. The whole time Mommy and Daddy’s mouths were hanging open cause Chia didn’t even try to pull. OMD! Then Mommy tried it and the same thing happened. Julia gave Mommy the collar! And that made for a much nicer walk this morning.
Finally, something beautiful happened while we were at the park. Mommy took a picture of us and it looked like there was a halo outlining me.
Can you see it?
Then she took this picture.
Lucy: It looks like laser beams like in Star Wars.
Xena: It does, but it’s not. I think it’s Angel Lexi letting us know she is with us.
That’s all for today, except to thank Rosy and Sunny of The LLB Life for hosting Nature Friday!
First, a big thanks to Comedy Plus for hosting Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop!
Thanks to Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting Awww Monday!
Riley: What Mom Amy? Stop licking my paw and come outside with everyone?
Well, you know how much I like laying on this rug you put in front of the couch. It’s nicer than laying on the floor when I want to be with everyone… Oh, OK, if you insist.
First, would you get a picture of me in my nifty new leather collar to show all my friends?
It’s got my name on it so everyone knows who I am and two phone numbers on it so folks can call for a ride home for me when I’m done playing with their little kids!
Hey, Lucy! I didn’t know you were out here. Whatcha up to?
Lucy: Hey Ri, just tryin’ to avoid Chia…you know what that’s like.
Riley: C’mere Chia. Stop lookin’ at Lucy. Don’t you want to play in the big league?
Chia: Big league? Yep, yep, yep, yep!! Count me in!!!
I want to play, I want to be the ump; no, wait, I want to chase the ball. Yep, that’s it, I want to be the ball chaser. What are you gonna do? I wanna do what you’re gonna do. Can I? Can I? You wanna wrestle, too?
Lucy: Can I play, too?
later….
Chia: Thanks, Riley, I had a great day. Let me know when you’re ready to play some more!
Riley: Someone remind me to never again spend a day (or part of a day) playing with Chia.
As always, we’re thankful to both Brian for hosting Brian’s Thankful Thursday and to Angel Sammy for the fun picture this week.
Hi, it’s me, Xena, the rightful owner of this blog. And no comments from the peanut gallery, Chia. There’s another reason why I get to do the poem for this week’s picture…I’m the only pup in this family who has been to Paris. See, here’s proof!
With that, let’s move on to today’ picture and poem, where I’m back in gay Paris!
Montmartre…Again by Xena the Schnauzer (Warrior Princess)
Is that a pic of my last time here?
Everything new in my first year,
Oh what a puppy I was back then!
The joy of Montmartre had me smitten.
Again I’ll visit Sacré-Cœur
But of Moulin Rouge I will stay clear.
Then I’ll visit Van Gogh’s house,
Moving quietly as a mouse.
So soon it’s time to fly back home,
Landing in Georgia, I’ll ne’er more roam!
In my pocket the picture I found,
I bend my head to kiss the ground.
Now for my thankful: I’m thankful to be able to translate my poem into French!
Montmartre…encore par Xena the Schnauzer (Warrior Princess)
Est-ce une photo de ma dernière visite ici ?
Tout est nouveau dans ma première année,
Oh, quel chiot j’étais à l’époque !
La joie de Montmartre m’a fait craquer.
Je visiterai à nouveau le Sacré-Cœur
Mais je resterai à l’écart du Moulin Rouge.
Puis je visiterai la maison de Van Gogh,
en me déplaçant tranquillement comme une souris.
Bientôt, il sera temps de prendre l’avion pour rentrer à la maison,
J’atterris en Géorgie, je n’errerai plus jamais !
Dans ma poche, j’ai trouvé le tableau,
Je penche la tête pour embrasser le sol.
Hmmm. I think it sounds better in English, don’t you?
Thanks to all my friends who come by to visit me here. Y’all are the best!!
First, a big thanks to Comedy Plus for hosting Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop.
On the left is a picture created by AI using the words Rat Terrier and Dachshund.
On the right is a picture of Chia.
I was thinking about getting a DNA test done on her for breed. Maybe not. What do you think?
Thanks for joining us for another episode of Grooming with Mom. I’m here to tell you about a new groom, a pup who is moving, and a senior citizen who will soon cross the rainbow bridge.
Let’s start off with the Happy News.
One of our current clients got a new four-month-old puppy. Brinkley, shown below, is still figuring out how this whole not-the-only-dog-anymore thing is going to work.
While Brinley was home waiting to see if Marr was coming back, Marr was here getting his first haircut. Here he is at his home before he was groomed.
Marr is a Multipoo. He came to us with a lot of fleas hidden down under all that soft, fluffy hair, and a lot of hair and crusty dirt in both ears. Per his Dad’s instructions, Groomer Mom did not trim his crazy ears or his tail. She used the choppers (a funny kind of scissors) to remove a lot of that hair and trimmed his face. He came out looking like this.
Yep, crazy ears. And a little bit of hair still sticking up under his eyes, cause Groomer Mom said it was more important for him to keep his eyes than for her to get all the hair, BOL! Except for that, for a puppy, he was very calm and good on the table. We look forward to seeing both Marr and Brinkley back in the months to come.
Next to come visit was Dora. She and her schnauzer sister Maggie have been coming to get groomed since May of 2013. Maggie crossed the Bridge a year ago last April.
When Dora showed up last Saturday, her Mom said, “I’ve got to talk to you first.” She had been trying to get up the nerve to take Dora to the vet one last time. Her husband suggested that she go ahead with the grooming appointment and talk to Groomer Mom about it. She explained that Dora was blind and deaf, was incontinent, and ever since losing her sister Maggie, has had absolutely nothing to do with either of her pawrents.
Looking down at Dora in her lap where Groomer Mom had set her, Dora’s Mom said this was the first time Dora was even sitting with her. With a heavy heart, Groomer Mom tried to give her the affirmation she needed to put this 17-year-old shih tzu at peace. Groomer Mom said there was no sense putting Dora through the stress of a groom, so with Dora in her Mom’s lap, she only clipped the hair covering Dora’s eyes so her Mom could see her better. Tuesday, Dora will be reunited with her sister Maggie on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. Our hearts are heavy.
Sunday, Markel aka Baby Dog, came to get groomed. As his Mom held him in the nail sling, she told Groomer Mom that she had accepted a job about 2 hours from here and would be leaving in 2 weeks. She said she felt like she had only just found Groomer Mom (read about it here) and didn’t know what she was going to do for a groomer there. She had previously experience terrible haircuts for her boy.
Groomer Mom scissored his legs quite a bit shorter and also his beard some shorter to help it last a bit longer if needed. She told his Mom that if she was back in town with him and he needed a groom, just give her a call. We’re going to miss Baby Dog.
Groomer Mom has been grooming dogs from her home since 1993, taking a 10 year break (except for grooming her own schnauzer, Lexi) after she moved. She resumed grooming in 2013 with Maggie and Dora as her first clients. It feels like an end of an era. And perhaps, with the new puppies showing up, it is the beginning of a new era!
This is Lucy signing off on Awww Monday, with thanks to Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting it.
Hangin’ Round by Chia
Mom, there’s a boy hangin’ round.
Wish he’d do it without sound.
Please come get him down
And then take him to the pound.
Chia: I’m thankful that we don’t really have any little kids hangin’ round. They get on my nerves.
Xena: I’m thankful that Mommy has designated me as the Tuesday Church Dog. I just have to remember to 1. Don’t bark, 2. Don’t growl, 3. Wag a lot and then run to get a treat!
And, as always, we’re thankful to both Brian for hosting Brian’s Thankful Thursday and to Angel Sammy for the fun picture this week.
Hi, Lucy here. The results are in! While the Good Dog breed wasn’t listed, Mom said that was just an oversight on the Wisdom Panel people’s part, cause that’s what I mostly am. *big wags*
If you said boxer, as many of you did, you will find out that it is at the top of my breed profile. Also, if you remember, Mom and Dad had a little contest (now I know where Xena gets that from) and wrote down what breed(s) they think I am, and hid the papers away until we got the results. How did my Mom do? She got four out of six she wrote down, and three of them were top of the list. Dad? He only wrote down one, and it was also at the top. Are you wondering what breed(s) I am? Drumroll, please! And here it is!
I’m really happy I’ve got so much boxer in me since my guy Achilles is all boxer and my BFF Ella is half boxer. No wonder we all get along so great! I can’t wait to tell Pastor. He still tells me he loves me and kisses and pets me at work. I never knew work could be so great!
Oh, and the panel also showed some of my relatives, and the second one listed is named….Lucy!!
To finish up, I want to thank Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting Happy Tuesday Blog Hop!
Lucy: Is it raining out there, Riley?
Riley: No, I just got a bath. Uh, what’s Chia doing to you?
Lucy: Not sure, but I think she’s trying to pick me up by the nape of my neck.
Thanks to Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting Awww Monday!
Hello! Ace Reporter Lucy here with a new groom for your reading and viewing pleasure. But first, I want to thank Brian for hosting Brian’s Thankful Thursday! And I am thankful to Angel Sammy for the fun picture this week, too. And thanks to Chloe the shih tzu’s dad for recommending us!
Our newest dog to be groomed is Cooper, a pomeranian/chihuahua mix. The only other pom that comes to Small Dog Grooming is also named Cooper. And Cooper’s brother, who recently passed to the other side of the bridge, was a pom/chihuahua mix. Are we seeing a trend here? A coincidence? You can decide for yourself. Meanwhile, here is our new Cooper pre-groom.
Isn’t Cooper adorable? He sure doesn’t look 10-years-old, does he? We couldn’t see the chihuahua in either his looks or his personality. He seemed mostly like pomeranian to us. Groomer Mom thought he was really pretty just how he was, needing only a slight touch-up. But his Mom had other ideas…she wanted him shaved.
His Mom stayed and held him while he got his nails cut and dremeled, and he was a real good boy. He wouldn’t stay on the table with his Mom here, though, so she left until he was ready to go home, and he settled right down.
After she left, Groomer Mom shaved his body and legs with a #7 blade, going lightly over his paws, and several inches down his tail – at his Mom’s request She used a very short #40 blade on the inside flap of his ears, leaving some hair around the edges, then rounded them with shears. She scissored in front of his ears, then blended his head hair into his neck using a #5 blade and choppers. A #10 blade took care of his tummy and under his tail. Groomer Mom bathed Cooper and dried him on the table. After texting his Mom a 10 minute heads up for when he would be finished, she used that #40 blade on the bottoms of his paws before using straight shears to trim around them.
She let his very happy Mom pick out a pretty scarf for Cooper to wear before leaving with Cooper groomed just how she wanted and a promise to return. We are very thankful for our new grooms and our clients who like us enough to recommend us!
Now, I get to do the poem for today’s picture. First, the picture that Angel Sammy picked out last week.
Cookie Cutter Houses by Lucy
Cookie cutter houses in a boring neighborhood.
No one would find us in this cookie cutter ‘hood.
No Amazon packages! How would we survive?
The driver of the truck would never find our drive!
If Chia got loose she’d have no direction
To find the right house or family connection.
No trees or thick bushes where critters could hide;
Poor Xena the hunter would just stay inside.
Our groom clients couldn’t find us…there goes our lunch money.
No flowers with bees to make us sweet honey.
Let’s use those cookie cutters to make us dog cookies.
And stay where we are for Amazon, grooming clients, Xena the hunter, and honey bees!
Xena: Our friend Gracie came back to stay with us while her folks took a vacation in Puerto Rico, where they’re visiting their family and friends and eating all the delicious foods there that they have missed. Gracy used to come visit when Angel Lexi was here, and they got along good. After Angel Lexi became an angel, Gracie stayed here at the house with Mommy and Daddy so they weren’t so lonely here with no dog. She even went to In Dee Anna with them over Christmas and even got to sit on Santa’s lap while her folks went to Germany . She also was Mommy’s work-dog for the couple of weeks she was here, and has been to Rock City with my folks.
Fast forward a whole bunch of years… It was kind of a slow start to us all getting used to each other. Gracie was here a month or so ago, and we all got along then. This time, after a couple of days, Gracy was one of the pack. She’s the same size as me and Chia, and she won’t back down to us or to Riley, either. She just stands there and stares right back at us. You’ve got to respect that.
Chia: At first I tried to intimidate Gracie, so that, you know, she recognized me as being in charge. Like Xena said, it didn’t work. Early Saturday morning Mom took me and Gracy for a walk in the neighborhood.
We walked together and read pee mail and explored a little bit. She can walk almost as fast as me! Now we kinda hang out, following the folks through the house, and even sleep together in the big bed! I like this chick!
Xena: After their walk I watched Mom groom Gracy. We had a big day Saturday, what with the grooming and our brother Adam here all weekend for his birthday, and our other Brother Andrew coming over and me and Chia playing ball and stuff.
Gracie wanted me to do something with her, but I was worn out and settled into my kennel for a pre-bedtime nap.
We’re going to miss Gracie when her family comes for her this Wednesday. Last night we voted and…
Lucy: Xena we didn’t vo…
Xena: Everyone but Lucy voted and we agreed that Gracie can come back and stay with us anytime she wants.
Thanks to Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting Awww Monday!
87 days ago (last Thursday) Mom sent my spit through the mail to find out what breeds I am. Why is it taking so long? If I could remember my Dog Mom (my Dad was long gone when I was born) I could have told her that I am a Good Breed Dog. But I can’t and everyone at church wants know what “what I am,” so there you go. Or there my spit goes.
Here are pictures of me from many different angles.
Mom and Dad wrote down what they think the breed mix result is going to be. They’ve hidden them until we find out, and then they’ll see who guessed right, or at least the closest. Do you want to play?
Xena: The first right guesser will get an all-expense-paid…
Lucy: …thank you and recognition on our blog. (I told you Xena, we’re not giving away trips, unless you want to pay for it with your food money.)
I hope we’ll still be friends no matter what breed(s) I am. Knowing sure won’t make me any different, that’s for sure. (I’ll still be the dog most loved by Pastor!)
Your pal, Lucy
Thanks to Comedy Plus for hosting Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop.
Do you remember back in March when Mommy took me to visit my Grammy Toni? It was the first time I’ve seen her since Mommy adopted me from her. This picture is from that visit, which you can read about here if you want.
That’s me in Mommy’s lap and Grammy’s schnauzers on the floor.
We just found out this week that my Grammy Toni died two months ago. The fellas who were there visiting at the same time with their schnauzers kept trying to get ahold of her, but with no luck. They kept texting Mommy, but they had already done everything she thought of. Finally, they got ahold of Grammy’s sister who lives in Florida, and she told them the bad news. They were so upset that they didn’t think to ask what happened to her four schnauzers afterward. We sure do hope they got really good homes.
So it’s been kind of a sad week around here. I lost my Grammy Toni. Hashalóm/ole(ha)shólem. May she rest in peace.
Xena: I have the honor of creating a poem to go with the picture this week. But instead of inserting me into the picture, I asked Mommy to insert a picture of Riley. You’ll see why in a moment. First, though, thanks to Brian for hosting Brian’s Thankful Thursday! And I am thankful to Angel Sammy for the fun picture this week, too. First, here’s the picture, and my most excellent poem follows it.
Murder! by Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess
You murdered my doggy, the l’il pup screamed.
He’s dead and not moving…or so it seemed.
I named him Dooley and now he is dead.
Who did this while I slept in my bed?
Then a voice came to me; here’s what it said:
“You’d better get used to toys being destroyed.
He often does this when he gets annoyed.
I won’t give a name, but he’s big and he’s red.
Don’t expect him to stop ’til your toys are all dead.
Oh dog! I cried, as I grabbed my Dooley
He squeaked! He lives! I’ll hide him well, truly!
The big red dog I don’t want to annoy.
Lest he think that I, a small pup am his toy!
Xena: Now you know why it’s Riley in the picture. He used to deadie all my stuffies when we were both younger. He has still been known to deadie Chia’s stuffies.
Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess, who is thankful that Riley hasn’t deadied me.
I’m free! I got released from jail last Tuesday as scheduled. It’s been so great! And I feel great after my big girl surgery. After my ordeal, Mom said I can do the Sunday selfie today. Oh, and thanks so much to The Cat on My Head for hosting Sunday Selfies.
I just got back from a big store with Mom. I’ve never been to a store before that I can remember. There was so much to see! I pulled this way and that, wanting to see everything at once. I didn’t find any treats, though, just pipes and bottles and lamps and stuff. But the lady at the checkout was super nice and kept saying how pretty I am and she loved my coloring and even petted me.
I’ve also been spending lots of time with my brother and sisters.
We’ve been playing a lot and we even got to take a walk yesterday when Mom didn’t think it was as hot as it turned out to be! But it was a short one, as we were all panting hard.
You’d think I wouldn’t want anything to do with that kennel that had turned into a jail cell after spending seven whole days and nights there. But I’ve grown quite fond of it. In fact, I think I’ll go take a nap there while Mom grooms a dog.
Happy Sunday everyone! XOXOXOXOOXOXOXOX Chia
First, we want to thank Brian for hosting Brian’s Thankful Thursday! And thanks to to Angel Sammy for the fun picture this week, too.
Xena: Babies, nope, you can have this one Chia.
Chia: Why do you think I want to write poems about babies. *shudder* They all look like the same stupid kid to me. Hey, let’s give it to Riley. Riley loves babies!
Thankful for Babies by Riley
A litter of babies (they all look alike);
Oh, what I would give for a dear little tyke!
Climb me or pound me or pull on my ear,
Do what you want, you would still be my dear.
I’d watch you and keep you safe from all harm,
If I couldn’t stop you I’d bark an alarm.
Stick your hands in my mouth or pull on my tail,
No matter, I’d still love you without fail.
Can I keep one, Mom Amy, I only want one?
I’ll feed him and walk him though I’m no longer young.
He’ll be my baby and I’ll be his dog
Until the Lord calls me; then I’ll be with God.
by Riley (who really wants a baby or young child)
Hi friends. Or are you? No one, no not one of you, has come to rescue me from jail. Well, I’m gonna just assume no one could get a ride…
I’ve accepted my fate, and just go in the kennel now when I come in from pottying. Then I get a kennel treat and sometimes whine for a while before I give up again. Oh, and I’m also being tortured with this plastic cone thing around my head.
Saturday night, Dad held me for a long time while he and Mom watched Netflix.
When he put me back in jail, he didn’t realize that Xena was in my kennel (jail). So I had to share it with her until Mom started looking for her at bedtime. Sunday morning when I got out of jail to go out to potty, I “cone slammed” Xena in the side of her head and neck and knocked her away from my kennel jail. Then I did it again. It worked. She stayed out of it all day.
I’m told I only have 2 more days left on my sentence before I’m released for good behavior. I still don’t know what I did to end up like this. But at least now I know that “getting spayed” means “you’re going to jail.”
I’m Chia the Convict, dictating this to Xena the Kennel Thief
Xena: And Chia says thanks to Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting Awww Monday and letting her tell her side of the story!
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