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.
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!
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!