Imposters gone, puppy still here, old dog arrived, awards- ceremony

 January 28, 2011

Hi there all my fans and admirers! Boy, do I have a lot to share with you today. Let me see if I can get this in the order it all happened.

First, the imposters (the two boy schnauzers) moved out. Hurray! They went with their Mom to somewhere called Maryland.

Second, the big puppy Riley is still here and just keeps getting bigger. He is very annoying, but I think I have him under control. Mom said she is trying to find him another, forever home. How about it, he’s really a good dog (gag!) and would love, love, love to come live with you.

Next, Mom and Dad got another dog. Have they lost their minds!? I hear them call her Sweetie. She is really old and doesn’t like Riley either. He is always after her. I even feel a little sorry for her, kind sorta. At least she doesn’t bother me or expect me to play with her or like her or anything. But I smell good canned food in her bowl every morning and I want it!! Mom shuts her in the bedroom to eat so I can’t get any of it. She keeps pooing and peeing everywhere, and I heard Mom say she can’t stay if she keeps that up. So there is hope…

Now, about me because, after all, isn’t it ALL about me? I went to the Star Awards ceremony at the Colonnade where I, Lexi,  starred in the Wizard of Oz. I was Toto. (He, he, I bet you didn’t guess that!)Sure, I could have been anyone in the play like the tin man or the wizard, but I had experience as Toto, so at the risk of being stereotyped, I played that role again. I fully expected to get another award, but those people forgot all about me. I made my point by running up on stage while Kandis (Dorothy) was singing Over the Rainbow. Would you believe she had her eyes closed and didn’t even see me! So I trotted backstage, lickity split, where they were setting up the food for after the awards. If I wasn’t going to get an award, I sure was going to get something out of being there. I came back out as she was finishing the song and this time I know she had to have seen me because people were chuckling. I slipped her and went back to the food. She came after me, though, and acted so very glad I was there. We went to the lobby and she wanted me to run with her and play with her, but I just wasn’t into it.  I was a bit bummed, no award and all, and I just wanted to get back to the food.

Today I went to work with Mom because it was my day to go to the children’s hospital and therapize. It was a really good day with a bunch of great kids. Some were especially good petters. Afterward we went to the pet store and I got a treat. I am pretty worn out from my big day, so that’s all for tonight.

Lexi, the star

RILEY’S DIARY: They are keeping me!!!!

Riley
Riley

February 5, 2011

O happy day! Mom decided I am a really good dog and I have been behaving so well lately that she is pulling me off the adoptable list. I am so happy!! I love my mom and I love my dad and I love my schnauzer sister and I love my Lily and Ivy sisters, too. Especially Lily cause she plays with me a lot. They love me too. Except Ivy. I don’t think Ivy loves me. I will try harder with her.

I hope Mom doesn’t get mad at me any more for chewing up stuff and jumping up and knocking stuff out of her hands. I don’t mean to, I am just a puppy, even if I am bigger than everyone else. I promise to be as good as I can be. Next to the day mom found me and picked me up off the road, this is the best day of my life!!!

Riley, the happy puppy

Sweetie gone and where’s Milo?

February 2, 2011

Small victories are better than no victories. The old dog Sweetie went back to her foster home. Mom and Dad talked all morning and I kept hearing the words Sweetie and Riley. Looks like Riley won. Too bad; he is the most annoying. Plus, Sweetie got good smelling canned food that I was sure I would be able to swoop in and eat one of these days when she wasn’t paying attention. Did I mention she is really old? Anyhow, Mom explained that since they decided to keep Riley unless they found him a really, really good home (hey folks don’t you want him?) that it wasn’t fair to Sweetie to make her put up with him. She said Riley made Sweetie’s life miserable. So back she went. Wow, maybe I shouldn’t let on that he makes my life miserable sometimes too. You don’t think they would send me back somewhere, do you?

I’ve been hiding out in my kennel a lot and Mom said it made her feel bad that I haven’t been spending time with her. So the next night I cuddled on the couch with her all evening.

I heard one of the schnauzer imposters barking tonight, and I looked all over the house for him. It was Milo – I would know that bark anywhere. Mom said she Skyped our friend Jennefer and that’s why I heard him barking. I don’t understand what Skyping is or how that would put Milo back in the house barking or why I couldn’t find him. I barked back and heard him barking back at me, but I still couldn’t find him. I think I will go to bed and think about that for a while.

Lexi, the victorious but confused schnauzer

 

PART II

I think this next part needs an explanation. Let me start out by introducing a dog now named Riley who came to live with us. Riley can’t claim a pedigree like I can. He is a mutt, a mongrel, a totally undignified mix of un-papered dogs who had a quick tryst, if you know what I mean. I shudder to think there are more like him running around out there. I couldn’t believe it when Mom brought him home in the first place. She called him Dufus the first couple of days he was here, and boy, did she have that right. She says she found him side winding like a rattler with legs down the middle of a busy road and it was a miracle he hadn’t been hit by a car. When she stopped to save his life he splayed all four legs to stop her from putting him in her car. That shows what little intelligence he had even then. Who wouldn’t want to ride in a comfortable Toyota Avalon with heated leather seats? At the time Riley was only six months old and 28 pounds, plenty small enough for her to win that battle.

 Riley eventually gets a diary of his own and some of it is included in my book. I will try to make sure you know when it is Riley’s voice, not mine. Of course, I don’t think anyone can  mistake us. We are very different.

Kawabunga, dude! (or my most excellent plan)

November 30, 2010

Mom said my plan was doomed to fail from the start. But I get ahead of myself. Let me give some background to my story. It all goes back to my buddies, the squirrels. Squirrels are cool, you know. Back at my other house before we moved, my squirrel buddies and I would hang out in the back yard. I would be like, whatcha doin? And they would be like, just huntin’ nuts, so did you get any treats today? And I would be like, yeah, but not enough, let me try some of your nuts.

Mom must have known I’ve been missing my squirrel buddies because she got me a toy squirrel that looks sooooo real. It does  remind me of my buds and I don’t want to hurt it. That’s the set up for what happened this week.

Do you remember in my last entry that I told ya’ll about the two imposters living with me? These boys really get under my skin sometimes. So I hear this squeak, squeak, squeak (you get the point) and I run and look, and there is Piper chewing on my squirrel. I had to think quick, so I grabbed the nearest teddy bear and started running back and forth with it to make it look real enticing. Mom says what I didn’t count on is I was dealing with another schnauzer. He didn’t fall for it. So I get up on the couch next to where he was laying on the floor, still squeak, squeak, squeaking. I flew off the couch onto his head. I was so sure that would work, but he just backed out of it and kept squeak, squeak, squeaking and looking at me like ha, ha. That really ticked me off, so I tried a frontal attack. He just ran off, all the while squeak, squeak.

I am going to have to think this one over.

Lexi, the kawabunga schnauzer without the squirrel

Those other schnauzers at my house

October 17, 2010

Hi friends. I have two other schnauzers living at my house now. My Auntie Jen moved in – I think just for a while – and they came with her. Sure I knew them before they moved in, but it wasn’t like, “in your face” all the time. Now I am kept busy telling them who is boss. They eat their food so fast that I have to stay by my bowl and eat it all up or they will get it. They sit on my couch, and play with my toys. Sometimes I don’t let them. There have to be rules and an understanding about who is in charge around here. They are boys, so they always listen to me. I don’t think they should get any treats, either, but Mom says it is only fair. At least they don’t get to go to doggie dancing!

Doggie Dancing – it’s great! Mom and I are getting ready for an exhibition in Nashville. We practiced by going to Dogs in the Park at McCallie School. It was really hot and we performed outside in the heat and on the grass. I got pretty distracted with all the smells, and did I mention it was hot? Mom said it will be different in Nashville. I don’t care – I liked smelling all the neat stuff in the grass.

Later, dudes!

Lexi the rule-maker

We moved!

July 6, 2010

I love my new house. There are great smells and the yard has a lot of wonderful smells too. The front yard is really big but I am not allowed out there without Mom or Dad because there isn’t a fence. There is a door that leads out to a patio and a fenced yard in the back so that is wonderful. I have seen some squirrels but I know they aren’t my friends from our last house. Maybe they will like me too after they have time to get to know me. There are a lot of windows to look out and I bark at all the people and dogs walking by. There are birds and bunnies too, just like before we moved. My kennel is here so that is the same. It is in Mom’s great big closet in her bedroom so I have a lot of privacy and peace and quiet to sleep. I like to just go into the closet and lay down sometimes. There is still a lot of unpacking and I get to stick my head in boxes and look for treats and toys. When Mom takes me for walks, it takes a very long time because there are so many dogs in the neighborhood and I have to be very careful to cover up all the places they went pee pee with my own scent. Maybe I will make a new friend here, too. I hope there is a park nearby so Mom will take me lots and lots. I heard we are closer to the lake so we can take my boat there more often. That is a good thing.

Lexi, the happy schnauzer

Moving again!

July 4, 2010

Can you believe we are moving again? I just don’t understand this. I like my house, I like my yard, I like the gate Mom often forgets to shut when she is done mowing the yard and I liked my screen house before the neighbor’s tree fell on it. It is a perfectly good house and I don’t know why we have to go somewhere else. What about my Dobie buddy Stitch and my neighbor buddy John who always gives me treats when he sees me outside? And what about my squirrel friends? Who are they going to play with if I leave? Oh no, what am I going to do?

Lexi, the distressed

Back into Freestyle!

 May 30, 2010

Today Mom and I started back into Freestyle. Mom calls it doggie dancing. Dad says it is coordinated movement. I just call it fun! I get lots of treats and “good girls”, and that makes me smile a lot. They play my favorite music, Split Rail Fences by the hammered dulcimer player, Dan Landrum. I can really get going to that music. Everyone said such nice things about me, like I am smart and beautiful and a natural at this. Of course it is all true, and I already know these things, but it is still nice to hear them.

Oh yes, I did want to mention something that Mom thinks is really neat. Last week we went to the children’s hospital to make kids smile. I am really good at that, too, by the way. So the lady who takes us around and opens the kids’ doors for me (I think everyone calls her Lois) said, “Let’s go to room 316.” I forged ahead and stopped at that room. When we were done there, she said, “Now we are going to room 319.” Again, I went on ahead and stopped at that room. Mom and the Lois lady don’t know how I knew which room. He, he. I don’t think I will tell them.

Keep on woofing!

Lexi the dancing therapy dog

May birthday – Year recapped

May 9, 2010

It’s been such a busy year!

My birthday was Friday, and I went to St. Paul’ Episcopal Church – where Mom works – to spend the day. We had a party – cupcakes and doggie ice cream for me, people ice cream for everyone else. How many schnauzers do you know who get to have a birthday party at church! I have been there more lately, since our house is up for sale and I go with mom when there is going to be a showing. Everyone loves me (of course) as I play my magic on them. If Mom can’t find me, she just has to look for who has food at their desk. I will be sitting there staring at them. Not long ago I greeted one of my bestest friends, Gail, at the back door, and made her understand I wanted her to follow me. I led her into the work room where I had detected bagels on the table, but couldn’t reach them. I had been sitting staring up at the table until I heard Gail come in and ran to ask for some help. Unfortunately, Gail didn’t give me one.

It has been anotherexciting year for me! Mom and I graduated from three agility classes; then mom put it down for a while. I was doing fine. Mom was having trouble keeping her bearings on the course. So then we moved on to Freestyle with a different group. Pam Moore (with Sophie) was in agility with us, and went on to Freestyle. Sophie has really blossomed with this special attention. She even won some events her first time out at an agility competition! Anyhow, it was mostly just me and Sophie in the Freestyle training with a couple of good teachers (and mom and Pam). They were starting to prepare us to compete in the April event here in Chattanooga. Then another opportunity opened that I couldn’t resist – I was asked to play Toto again at the Colonnade in Ringgold, GA. We had six weeks of rehearsals and two weekends of performance, and it knocked us out of Freestyle training. I figured we could get back into Freestyle, but this opportunity wouldn’t wait. Anyhow, I bonded with my new Dorothy, who Mom couldn’t call Dorothy, because every time she did, I went running off looking for Kim, who played my first Dorothy. So mom just called her by her name, Kandis. The wicked witch, Jan, used to train dogs, so we spent some time at her house with Kandis, too, during which time I also bonded with her…not such a good thing. Read on… The second weekend of the play, during the scene where Miss Gulch (also played by Jan) has lost “that dratted dog” and gone back to the farm looking for me, I got away from a distracted Kandis (who was probably texting, but definitely not watching me) and ran back out on stage to Jan, where I stop and look up at her. Jan looks down at me and cracks up. At that point “Uncle Henry” points at me and says, “There’s that dratted dog!” and, as if on cue, I run back off the stage to Mom. Everyone in the audience roared with laughter. I do love to make people laugh!

I remember my role from 2 1/2 years ago. I picked up old habits, like how I followed the foursome down the yellow brick road. My agility and freestyle training had honed my responsiveness to their movements. And yes, in the opening scene where I run out onto stage at the end of the Rainbow song, ending up in Dorothy’s arms, a collective “awwwwww” still resounded from the audience.

Jennefer (Piper’s mom) and my mom are still good friends. So she came the first night the play opened and sat in the second row. Yeah, not a good idea. Halfway through the second act, I peeped out from behind the curtain, spotted her, and tore across the stage, and down the stairs, leaping into her lap! Jennefer said she felt like such a proud aunt. People started asking her if I was her dog, and she said, no, I am her niece. Now we call her “Auntie Jen.”

The same doggie bakery who made all my healthy treats and “hot dogs” (really dog biscuits) donated them for the play. They remembered me. Who wouldn’t?

A couple of weeks after the play ended, Mom and Dad and I attended the cast party. They played the video of one of the performances, and at the end of the opening credits, it said, in great big letters, “Introducing Lexi as Toto”. Not quite accurate, but pretty neat, nonetheless. I mingled and when dinner was served I sat at the head of one of the tables and ate my salmon and asparagus off a fork (of course Mom cut it up and helped me with the fork). I never, ever, put my head down into the plate when sitting at a table. I to know that would be extremely bad manners.

I go once a month to T.C. Thompson Children’s hospital. Among all my tricks, the best one is putting a big smile on a sick kid’s face. I sit quietly on the bed next to a child to let him/her pet me. I don’t move around the bed or ever step on the child, which is pretty important since many have had surgery. We would both love to go more often, but there are too many dogs who love to do the same thing. Mom is certainly blessed to have a boss who sees the importance in what we do, that she can take off work every month to do this.

I am scheduled to go to an elementary school next week. The children have been reading about service dogs, and they want me to come so they can see a real, live, therapy dog. Mom says I will probably spend the time sniffing under their desks for crumbs!

It’s been such a busy year! I am looking forward to lots more fun in the year ahead.

Ya’ll be good, and if you can’t be good, don’t get caught!

Lexi, the birthday girl

Done performing and cast party

 April 5, 2010

I got to perform for two weekends, and I love, love, love it! Just imagine all the treats you want, plus people ewwwing and aweing over you. And lots of petting, too. Who wouldn’t love the stage life!! My mom and dad took me to the cast party. It was in an Episcopal church where the director, whose name is CJ, is the choir master. CJ gave me all the treats that were left from the play, but mom wouldn’t let me eat them all right then. I sat at the head of one of the tables and had my own plate of salmon and asparagus. Then I had my own piece of cake, too. I ate very nicely off the fork, with my mom helping me. I never put my head down in the plate when I am sitting at the table. What do you think, I am barbarian? No, I have good table manners. I learned them by watching my Mom. I can’t put the napkins on my lap – I don’t think I have a lap – but it stays nice and neat next to my plate until my beard gets messy, at which time Mom uses it to wipe off my face.

After we ate we watched a video of the play. In the opening credits, it said, in really big letters, INTRODUCING LEXI AS TOTO. He, he. That’s me! Everyone laughed and applauded. Someone said I am type cast now that I have played Toto in two plays. I hope type cast means I get a lot of treats!

Now I am staying at home a lot, and I don’t like that so much. Mom took me to the park today, and I ran a lot, but the sun was hot on my pretty black hair. I can’t take too much of the sun and heat. Then we took a long ride and I cooled off in the air conditioning. Mom said to be sure to say happy Easter to all you great woofers. Bye for now!

Lexi, the unemployed Toto

Toto again!

February 7. 2010

I’m Toto again!! This time I’m with Kandis instead of Dorothy. Mom said, “Here’s Dorothy,” and I looked all around for my Dorothy. I don’t know why mom said that when Dorothy wasn’t there.  Kandis is fun and gives me lots of treats and says a lot of the same things Dorothy said. We are doing something called rehearsing every Thursday night. We have to drive farther than we did before, but I love riding, so that is ok with me.

People wonder if I get confused when they call me Toto instead of Lexi. Heck no…I know it really means, “Lexi, you are going to get lots of treats and attention!” So I always answer to Toto. Wouldn’t you?

Wishing you lots of treats to share with Toto.

Lexi the Toto

Not another dog in the pack!

December 5, 2010

Mom came home with another dog. She says he is a puppy, so I tried to be nice to him, help him understand how things work at my house. But he is bigger than me and so very annoying. I tried to correct him and he jumped me. That was so completely unfair, especially since he is bigger than me. Mom says he would have been killed on the road if she hadn’t picked him up and she is trying to find his for-real owner. I hope his for-real owner shows up soon because I am pretty sick of having him around. He bites me all the time. Mom says he just wants me to play but I don’t like it. He doesn’t seem to understand that I am in charge around here. Grrrrrrr. I am trying to ignore him and not get upset at him since he is supposed to be a puppy. He is also bugging the heck out of Piper and Milo. Now my step-sisters have come for a week, and Lily is actually playing with him. Then she gets tired of it and puts him in his place. She is bigger than him and he mostly listens to her. As long as he is following her around he isn’t bothering me. Now there are five other dogs in my house. This is almost too much work for me.

Lexi, the bothered schnauzer

Snow! Greenies! Visits!

January 4, 2010

I am back from the great North! No one told me about the snow, and, being a Georgia peach, I had plum forgotten. Me and mom and dad headed out in the car, and, after several hours, I had to do you-know-what. So dad stopped for gas, then put my leash on me and walked me around. Only I couldn’t find any grass! No, not even any dirt! Next thing I know, dad dumped me in this cold, white stuff. When I recovered from the shock, I bunny hopped around in it and found I could turn it yellow, then back-kick lots of it on top to make it white again. What fun! When I leaped back into the car onto Mom’s lap, I was white all over. She squealed, grabbed a blanket and wrapped me up in it. For once, I didn’t fight the blanket wrap. It felt good to be in a warm blanket while the white stuff they call snow melted all around me.

We stayed in the same hotel where I sleep in the great big huge bed and eat scrambled eggs in the morning. Dad said I had to be very quiet in the room while they went out to catch the chicken so they could get my eggs – otherwise, I might scare away the chicken and then no eggs. It took them awhile to catch that durned chicken, but I was rewarded with a plate of nice warm scrambled eggs. Later, mom said she doesn’t know why we get a king sized bed, when she and dad and I all sleep so close we only take up about 1 foot of it. I think my mom is funny sometimes.

After breakfast we went on up to Illinois to visit my new grandma and grandpa and aunts and uncles and all their pooches. We had Christmas all over again, and wouldn’t you know it, someone bought me clothes. I could have barked for joy when mom said, no, Lexi hates clothes. Then she tried one of them on me to prove they were too small anyhow, and took it right back off. I did get some tennis balls, but I got hit in the eye and on top of the head with one because I was too distracted to play. I was kinda scared of the balls for a while after that, but I am over it now. I don’t know why no one bought me treats.

I want you to know, I made up for the lack of treats after I got home. Mom and dad went to work the very next day after getting home, and I headed straight for the big bucket of greenies. Wasn’t it sweet of them to leave the greenies where I could reach them with no trouble!? I ate about half of them. Then I took one upstairs to the bedroom so I could eat it later. But my tummy was too full, so I just carried it around that night. In fact, my tummy was so full that I didn’t eat my dinner that night or my breakfast or dinner the next day.

Then I went and stayed with my auntie Jennefer, my bestest friend. I was so embarrassed when she told mom that my poop was bright green! Now, I wonder what could have caused that? While I was there, my schnauzer buddy Milo said it would be fun to attack the cat that lives with them. He said the cat hasn’t been feeling well, so we should have a pretty easy time of it. Auntie Jen broke that up really fast, and didn’t she go and tell my mom! Mom was mad at me for two whole days and wouldn’t play with me or give me treats. Wow, I don’t think I will do that again. Actually, mom made me promise that I wouldn’t, and then she forgave me and we made up.

Now my sisters are here and she’s sharing my greenies with them. If you know anything about schnauzers, you know we don’t like to share. It’s bad enough I have to share my house and yard with them every other week. Well, it’s bedtime, and I want to go get in my kennel so my sister Lily doesn’t try to get in it first. I am going to go wait in my kennel for my night-night treat.

I hope you all had good holidays and got lots of treats, cause I don’t want to have to share mine.

Lexi, the selfish schnauzer

Freestyle

 December 5, 2009

Hi doggie friends and all others,

Mom and I are now doing Freestyle dancing. We go to a fun place where a teacher shows mom how to dance, then I do it with her. It’s a little different than ballroom dancing. I don’t stand up on my hind legs and move around like when we ballroom dance. Instead, I follow mom and sometimes she follows what I want to do. There’s cool music, like Dan Landrum and his hammered dulcimer. My friend Pam and her schnauzer Sophie and Pam’s daughter ( my friend) Savannah were there. Pam and Sophie were dancing, too. Once again, I get lots of treats. Life is very good.

Lexi the Freestyle Dog

Vacation fun

 October 15, 2009

Hello fellow woofers and upright friends. As usual, I was right. Mom and dad and I went on vacation. My step-sisters didn’t get to go (yahoo!). We went to a motel in Chicago where I had my own big bed to sleep in, and, as usual, got scrambled eggs for breakfast. I was a very good girl and didn’t bark or leave poopy presents. Then we went to a cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. I liked going down to the lake and hanging out with my Mom and we even went on an old pontoon boat. It wasn’t as nice as my boat, but I still liked the ride. Later in the week we moved to a place called a bed and breakfast. Some bed I had to sleep in a kennel. I did get a good breakfast of leftovers from the night before.  Yummmm. I heard that my dad used to own the house a long time ago and that is the only reason why I was allowed to stay there. I don’t understand why they don’t allow dogs. Bud lives there, and he is a dog. At least I think Bud lives there and I think he is a dog. I never really saw him until the morning we were leaving, and, from across the yard he looked more like a hairy footstool. He’s something called a Puli. Ever heard of that, my fine furry friends? No, me either. Travelling was a lot of fun, especially all the new smells. There just isn’t enough time in the day to take them all in. It is still good to be home in my own kennel every night, drinking out of my own water bottle. “There’s no place like home.”

Lexi the travelling dog

Are we going away?

September 5, 2009

Something is definitely going on around here. My travel bag is out and Mom is putting some of my food and favorite toys and a ball and my bone in it. I think we are going somewhere. I bet Mom is taking me to a hotel again, where I get to sleep in a big bed and eat scrambled eggs for breakfast. Then there are all the new, nifty smells. I hope I get to dance and eat lots of treats, too. Oh, wait, I didn’t see her pack any t-r-e-a-t-s. (He, he, she thinks I don’t know what that means!)

I will have to remind her about the treats, t-r-e-a-t-s.

Hmm, now it is starting to make sense that Mom and dad were counting on their fingers how many different states I have been in (7) and how many I have stayed overnight in (5) – which, of course, is different than how many I have slept in. :} I will let ya’ll know what happens.

Lexi the traveler

Running around plungers for treats

September 4, 2009

Hi fellow canines and my people friends, too.  I think Mom has officially lost her mind. She has me running around toilet plungers she has set up in the living room. Mom got this idea from my agility class. Yeah, there are a bunch of these plunger thingies set up in a row right down the middle of the living room. She puts a treat in her hand and weaves it through the plungers for me to follow, while she keeps saying, “weave, weave, weave.” I think she is trying to teach me something, but I am concentrating so hard on the hand that has the treat, that is all I can think about.

OK, you may say I am the one who has lost my mind for actually doing it, but what you don’t know is that I follow the treat. Yes, always follow the treat.

Lexi, the plunger dog (gahhhh!)

Therapy and Agility

August 25, 2009

Hi friends, especially all my new friends at T.C. Thompson Children’s Hospital. I got to visit with some cool teens yesterday. You guys really know how to pet a dog and scratch the best places. I wanted to stay and visit longer, but Mom only had an hour, so we had to leave. Although I want to come back soon, I have to wait until September 24. I really like Fifi, too. She is the person in charge of the pet therapy department. I bet she got that job because of her name! Fifi gives me good treats. I saw where she got them, so I jumped on the chair next to the treat jar to try to save her the trouble of getting me more. I stretched as high as I could, but couldn’t quite reach it. She saw me trying and helped me out. She’s a good one, that gal. I like her, too.

I went to my agility class last night. I keep my eyes on where the treats are so I can skip the table and jumps and stuff and go right to the treat. Mom says I am not supposed to do that, so I try to do all the obstacles in between. Sometimes, though, I just can’t help myself!

Next Monday is my final class in this series, and my dad is going to come watch me run the course and get my certificate. I hope this time I get something better than a tasteless piece of paper! It’s pretty boring around here tonight, so I think I will go to bed and wait for my night-night treat.

Lexi the sleepy dog

Agility II

August 11, 2009

I just finished my third Agility II class. I ran faster than anyone and did everything right. I LOVE my agility class. I love jumping and running through tunnels and up and down boards. I especially love all the treats. Wow, it is sooooo much fun. People are starting to watch me, and I love that too. Mom says I am her superstar.

Mom took off my leash and said, “Are you ready?” In answer, I shot forward, leaped over the hurdle and on to the next obstacle, with Mom trying to catch up. (he, he, he). In the distance, we could hear the trainer saying, “I guess she was ready!”

Lexi the agility dog