It’s My Blog Anniversary Too

I see my female human wrote on her tierneycreates blog about her 4 year Blog Anniversary. Well it is my Schnauzer Snips Blog Anniversary too, it isn’t just about her and her silly blog.

I have not written in a while as I was busy protecting my humans from UPS and Fed-Ex drivers, marauding kitties, and eating too much of their own food (I like my humans nice and trim so I constantly offer to help remove food from their plates). Also I have encouraged my humans to give me plenty of good tummy rubs, and here I am immensely enjoying tummy-rub perfection:

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Finally I am nearly 14 years old and I am not up to writing as much as I used to be. Still there is no reason not to celebrate MY blog anniversary!

Schnauzer Snips: Musings from a Highly Opinionated Miniature Schnauzer began 4 years ago in October 2013 and started as a page on my female humans tierneycreates blog, as she was too lazy to make me my own blog. A couple years later she finally made me my own blog and moved all the content.

I think she just had my blog attached to hers so she would get more readers. Sad, huh?

Well in celebration of MY Blog Anniversary, here is a reposting of my very first Schnauzer Snips post on October 28, 2013.


Life with my Arch-Nemesis: Black Kitty (October 2013)

I want to talk about my arch-nemesis, the very bane of my existence: Black Kitty.

Black Kitty is an apparently feral cat that roams my front yard from dawn till dusk.  My human family has set up the “Natural Selection Convention” in our front yard: we have numerous bird feeders luring innocent birds for a snack; and numerous neighborhood  cats who come to “visit” with the birds while they attempt to eat. Black Kitty, who thinks he is very stealth, hides under the foliage in the front yard waiting for an unsuspecting bird to peck by. I have found feathers in our yard from his clueless victims. Even worse than the “Natural Selection Convention” is the “Bird Head Injury Window”. Our front window has wooden blinds and to me (who likes to poke the individual slats out of place) it seems very clear that the window is a stopping point for anyone going forward. Alas, many birds appear to not realize you cannot keep flying through a window, and they hit it at full speed –  POW – they drop to the porch, dazed. Black Kitty keeps an eye on the porch all day watching for birdie head injury victims, which he runs over and scoops up.

I watch Black Kitty and his shenanigans all day long out the front window, it is my primary job in my family (though my humans get annoyed when they have to continually clear my paw prints off the window). All day long he stares at me and mocks me whenever he gets the chance.

This week, Black Kitty made a bold move. Usually when my human takes my brother and me for a walk, Black Kitty relocates away from our front porch area to a safer location (could it be my vicious growling that makes him move??!?!?) Black Kitty however did not move when I went to walk by this week – he boldly stood there, daring me to bite off his nose as I came within inches of his hideous face. I decided not to maul him since my human was with me and I suspected his claws are sharper than mine. Now I must struggle with the terrible realization that I have failed to strike fear and sheer terror into the heart of Black Kitty.  He may no longer take seriously my continual body slamming against the window when he nears, oh no!

Here is a photo of me waiting for my human to take me on a walk, as I watch Black Kitty carefully from the screen door.

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Learning Bad Habits?

My male human just got his first “smartphone” (not sure why humans call them that). Previously he was likely the last human on earth with a flip phone. My female human made fun of him. When she got a new smartphone, she convinced him to trade in his flip phone for her old smartphone.

Now he has discovered “phone games” and he is teaching them to me:

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The time I spend with my male human playing game with him is our private time. You will see below I am a little annoyed with my female human for interrupting us with her incessant photography (documenting my extreme cuteness as usual…)

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I am not quite sure what I am doing on the “phone game” but I play along as I like snuggling with my male human (don’t worry this is just part of my overall strategy for human management, I am not growing soft or anything).


Postscript

Speaking of growing soft, I am having a little issue related to side effects from my new medication.

Let me back up: If you remember from a previous post, I was allegedly having seizures (I do not remember them but my humans say they were happening, I just remember being sore and confused) and it was discovered I had hypothyroidism.

I went on thyroid meds and started feeling better right away. Unfortunately a couple weeks later I started having seizures again. I ended up having to go on an anti-seizure medication, Keppra.

I am doing great on the medication, no more seizures, but I am dealing with a HUGE SIDE EFFECT: it is making me mellow and cuddly. So cuddly, against my better judgement, I ended up cuddling with my adopted brother Mike and even cleaning his ear (yuck, obviously I was in a drug-induced fog)!

Of course my human captured photos of this ghastly event:

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I quickly came to my senses after a couple ear-cleaning licks and you will see in the photo below I had to give my female human with the camera and irritated glare:

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Sigh, must everything be documented??!?!?!

 

Schnauzer Quilt

I recently realized I have likely never posted about this.

Each night before I go to sleep in my bed (well technically it is my humans’ bed), I have to deal with this quilt below staring at me from the other side of the bedroom.

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You’ve probably picked up from reading my blog, that my humans are absolutely obsessed with schnauzers. My female human made this quilt in 2006 and in 2007 it was her first quilt to ever be in a show – it was in the 2007 Sisters Outdoor Quilt Show in Sisters, Oregon.

It was her first foray I think, into something she calls “art quilting” and “improvisational quilting”. Sounds like a bunch of fluffy words to me but I am sharing them in case they mean anything to you. The quilt is called Inspired by Schnauzers and I remember my female human saying something about it being inspired by the beauty of Central Oregon and of course schnauzers (the most beautiful entities on the planet of course!)

Here are my brother Mike and I getting ready to go to sleep for the night (with that quilt glaring at us). I do not normally like photos with evidence that I sort of like my adopted brother Mike (note the semi “furry eyeball” I am giving the photographer) but since you all are my faithful readers (even though you do not mail me large packages of dog biscuits), I will share it will you.

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I am kind of sleepy so I am not giving the full “furry eyeball” I usually give when my privacy is invaded.

Yeah, yeah, I can hear all your cooing and “ahhhhhs/awwwws” from here. I had to put up with enough of them from my female human.


Postscript

I have not posted in a while as I am dealing with some medical issues. I appear to be having seizures, according to my humans. All I know is I suddenly wake up from a strange nap very confused and sore. My humans recently took me to my doctor, he rans some tests and I have something called hypothyroidism.

I got put on a medication (that they hide in my food, they are not fooling me – I know what is going on) and I think it is helping me. I could do without seizures and confusion in my life, they interfere with ongoing strategic management of my humans.

 

Shopping with Schnau

We convinced the humans to take us shopping this weekend.

The home improvement store was not particularly exciting (the humans were looking a new screen doors) but it was better than waiting in the car.

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I am sure for the humans their shopping experience was greatly enhanced by having “schnau” in their shopping cart!

Tummy Time

My female human is so busy all the time. Occasionally I have to encourage her to slow down and spend some “Tummy Time” with me.

Yes it is all about me, but I am sure it helps her refocus. Lay on my back and side and encourage her to scratch my belly and a wriggle my legs in delight. It makes my female human smile and laugh.

Below are some action photos. Keep in mind my female human is laughing and scratching my belly while taking photos!

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Yes, I provide a public service to humans.


Postscript

Speaking of humans, I wanted to share a photo of a T-shirt my male human likes to wear, that I highly approve of:

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No worries, even though he is an “obedience school drop-out” he is still well managed by me!

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”!