Rabid Schnau

Oh my goodness, I just discovered my Rabies vaccination expires this week and my humans forgot to set up a vet appointment for me to get revaccinated.

Do they want a “Rabid Schnau”?!?!?!  Do they want me to turn into “Schnaujo” (the miniature schnauzer version of Stephen King’s Cujo)?

They will be sorry that they did not keep up on my vaccinations when I am drooling at the mouth and have them cornered and fearing for their lives!

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On the verge of becoming rabid.

This omission was discovered when they received a notice from our county’s dog licensing bureau for my license renewal (I guess I have maintain a license for being exceptional cute) which requested a current copy of my rabies vaccination.

No worries my humans are going to make a vet appointment ASAP for me to get vaccinated this upcoming week.

Good thing, I would hate for you all the read in the news:

CENTRAL OREGON COUPLE MAULED BY RABID MINIATURE SCHNAUZER

 

Pull Out the Calculator?

I have not posted in a while as I have been busy managing humans. It takes most of my energy these days, between staying on guard against marauding kitties and suspicious delivery drivers.

The other day I was having a little slowness getting from the floor to my vantage spot at the front window and my two humans looked at each other and the female human said: “You know we adopted Sassy from rescue when she was 8.5 years old and we have had her for 5 years, so she is approximately 13.5 now.”

My male human replied: “That would make her like 91 years old”. My female human gasped and said, “well she is doing pretty well for 91 years old”.

I was wondering how my male human came up with this number. I had heard that humans use a factor of 7 people years for every year of a dog’s life. So 13.5 x 7 = 94.5 (I instructed my female human to use a calculator to get this number).

I asked my female human to check if this was accurate and she found an article on the American Kennel Club’s website – How to Calculate Dog Years to Human Years.

And it states:
As a general guideline, though, the American Veterinary Medical Association breaks it down like this:

  • 15 human years equals the first year of a medium-sized dog’s life.
  • Year two for a dog equals about nine years for a human.
  • And after that, each human year would be approximately five years for a dog.

Using the above info my age would be calculated as 15 + 9 + (11.5 x 5) = 81.5 years old in human years!

See I am not that old after all! Silly humans just using 7 years for the estimate, good thing  I insisted they do further research! This is why I can still easily go on my 2 mile walk with my humans each morning.

Let me close this post with a photo of my adopted brother Mike and I keeping watch for the marauding kitties and suspicious delivery drivers infesting the neighborhood:

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Feature photo credit: Paige Foster, free images.com

 

Human Storage?

I am trying to figure out this “airport” thing…

Is it a place where humans store other humans for a couple days and then go pick them up?

Last week drove my female human to this place called the “airport”. My male human of course drove the car as my legs could not reach the accelerator and brake…and honestly, I do not know how to drive nor do I have interest in learning.

We left my female human at this airport place and then in a couple days later we picked her up. We have done this several times and I am not sure why we send my female human to this airport place to obviously stay at for a couple days. Why doesn’t she want to be home with me being properly managed?

What does she do at this airport place after we drop her off? Is she playing with other dogs or even (gasp) some horrid cat?!?!

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Roberts Field, the strange airport place we drop her off for storage

I suspect my male human is just storing her there for a couple days. Humans are so weird!

Shoe Kingdom

My humans found me asleep this way and felt they had to take a photo…

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They were sitting on the sofa and had deposited both of their slippers/shoes in the same location, and was able to create a SHOE KINGDOM!

It’s Not All About Me

My female human reminds me that my blog should not just be about me all the time. Occasionally I have to blog about my adopted brother Mike. (If you want to read Mike’s story see Taking Chances: The Mike Chronicles)

In my post Month of “The Herd” I shared that while the miniature schnauzer Greta (a master at human management) stayed with us for a week, Mike became obsessed with her bed and wanted to lie in it all the time. Well for Christmas (yes Mike and I get Christmas presents, we are key family members!) Mike got the same type of bed:

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It is his “kitchen orientation spot” and the humans keep it in the kitchen so he can be cozy while they are in there cooking.

Alright that was enough about Mike, here is a photo of me (and Mike) waiting in our “living room orientation spot”. We wait here and “schnauzer-stare” at the humans while they are sitting and watching TV until they let us out the patio door behind us:

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We look slightly irritated because we are waiting to go out, not posing for photographs!

Postscript

Speaking of Christmas, my male human got this awesome T-shirt from my female human’s brother as his holiday gift – I highly approve!

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“Snowmageddon” continues but we have biscuits…

The snow has not let up in Central Oregon. Mike has embraced the snow, I have not (so you will see no photos of me enjoying the snow below…)

Photos from “Snowmageddon”

Here is Mike after rolling in the snow:

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Here is Mike after diving into a snow bank to retrieve his ball:

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Here is the path the humans had to shovel/dig so we would have a place to pee in the morning when we first get up and at night before we go to bed (we go on two walks a day otherwise):

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Biscuits!

We were running low on our organic store bought dog biscuits, so our humans had to breakdown and make them from scratch (as the roads are not very safe to drive to get to the store).

Here is my male human preparing the biscuits (Schnauzer Snacks):

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And here they are – right out of the oven (the house smells so good!):

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If you would like the recipe for Schnauzer Snacks it is on the post: HUMANS ARE OKAY (IF THEY PROVIDE TREATS)