Saturday Schnouting (Schnauzer Outing)!

At some point I am going to post about the Schnauzer-Lexicon or “Schnexicon” my weird schnauzer-obsessed humans have developed over the years. They take their English words and “Schnauzer-fy” them when talking about Schnauzer-related activities. I will continue to keep track of these weird words for a future post.

This past Saturday we went on a day trip with the humans (they drove of course as my feet cannot reach the pedals and they have manual transmission cars so it gets way too complicated with all that clutch-shifting thing) to Sisters, Oregon.

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Helping the humans navigate in the front seat since I cannot drive

This was my adopted brother Mike’s first fun outing (going to the vet does not count as a “fun” outing) since ended up in a cone (see post Schnauzer in a Cone) and he seemed pretty happy to be out and about with his humans.

My humans’ friend Susan joined us. My female human, Susan and I (in my backpack) went to the Stitchin’ Post quilt shop, while my male human and Mike (in his backpack with his cone off!) went to the fly fishing shop in Sisters.

Then we went to some sort of used stuff sale where my female human bought some weird old sewing device (see the Postscript section of her post Quilting Sisters, Part II) that she probably did not need. She could have used that money for something for me instead!

Then we went to lunch at the Depot Deli and sat outside on the patio (weird humans do not let dogs eat in restaurants…I don’t understand this as we look cleaner and more intelligent than some of the humans eating in restaurants…)

My Photo Diary of Our Adventures in Sisters on Saturday

I was pretty disgusted at the Stitchin’ Post quilt shop at first! The first thing I noticed was a quilt of a CAT (my natural or sworn enemy) on the wall! Sure it was a nicely made art quilt but I could not believe someone would choose a cat as subject matter!

As my human wandered around the quilt shop with me in her backpack it got better as other humans were cooing and oohing and ahhhing when they saw me on her back. They were lining up to pet me and scratch my head and chin. I love being adored/woshipped by humans!

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Ick, a cat quilt even if it is nicely done (quilt by June Jaeger)

I still think they need some dog quilts on the wall.

Here is Mike in his backpack at same used stuff sale we went to in Sisters. Notice he does not have his cone on in the backpack. I think he was so happy to be in the backpack carried around by my male human he was less grumpy and let people pet him in his backpack:

Finally here we are at lunch with our humans. Our humans’ friend Susan gave us some of her tri-tip sandwich she had for lunch so now she is our new best friend!

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Here I am trying to advise my humans what to order to lunch

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Wouldn’t I make a great art quilt wall hanging?

Schnauzer in a Cone

As one of my human’s friends, Lisa, who is a veterinarian, says:

“It’s all fun and games until someone ends up in a cone.”

Well my adopted brother Mike has ended up in a cone (the official name is an “Elizabethan Collar”). We are not sure yet how long he has to wear it and I am trying my best not to make fun of him (I am really struggling…).

He has a situation going on with his hindquarters and he is not supposed to lick the area while it heals. I would provide you with more details but my humans are in the healthcare field and have taught me about Protected Health Information (PHI) and I do not want to violate Mike’s “PHI”.

(However for a couple of biscuits I would spill the beans).

Initially Mike fell into a “cone depression” and was moping about the house:

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The “cone blues”

After a couple days in the cone, he has gotten used to it and is playing ball with it on (it gives the humans a nice target area to throw the ball to!) and has integrated it into his life:

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Cone, no problem, I can still get the ball!

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Mike happier now

The humans are having trouble keeping Mike’s beard clean as he gets everything stuck in his cone and his beard from playing ball. He always looks like he has been “on a bender” but it is just a temporary state.

I know about “karma” and about what “goes around, comes around”, so I will continue to not to make fun of him as I do not want to end up in a cone someday! Of course I am not sure about the humans, they might end up in cones as they keep coming up with new nicknames for Mike like “Cone Boy”!

 

Suspicious Schnauzer Quilt Coziness

My adopted brother Mike, who loves quilts, has discovered a new way to get cozy in a handmade quilt made by one of our humans (my female and male human, both who I manage, make quilts for Mike and I to stay cozy in).

Here is a quilt covering my female human as she sat on the sofa (my sofa) and read a book:

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But the quilt holds a secret occupant:

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My female human was all snuggled in the quilt, engrossed in her book, when she noticed some movement going on in the corner of the quilt at the floor and then a schnauzer sigh of contentment and the movement stopped.

She peeked under the quilt and discovered this:

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My crazy brother Mike was snuggled inside. I think he just does stuff like this because my humans think it is so cute and he is trying to get attention. I better keep an eye on him because I do not want him taking over as the lead on managing humans!

I am the only Manager the humans need!

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Mike & Pillows

My adopted brother Mike, loves pillows. He is obsessed with pillows. He tries to sleep with the humans on their pillows and can be found lounging in the living room with his head on pillows.

He has a little doggy pillow that my female human actually made my male human as a joke. When her nephew Austin was a baby, her sister-in-law asked if she could make a little pillow and pillow case for Austin. My female human made a CAT themed pillow case because her brother’s family is into cats (ick, what is wrong with these people?!?!).

Well my male human thought the pillow was adorable, so my female human made a   a dog themed one (more acceptable!) for male human.

Then Mike stole the pillow and claimed it for his own!

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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