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Life With Schnauzers


 You've come a long way, Baby!
 

For all of you that contributed to Peanut's miraculous recovery, I just have to say thank you again for all the prayers and positive energy you sent his way.  It really did make all the difference.  I was out back playing with the dogs this evening and he looked so handsome that I just had to come and grab the camera. 

Here is a recap in pictures:

Here he is before he was attacked:

And shortly after the first surgery:

After his second surgery and at home:

First haircut to even out all his newly grown hair (that came back in black):

 

And today:  See how far he's come?  He's such a handsome little boy!:

What a smile!

Playing ball with Sugar

He stole the ball!

What a profile!

"Hi Bloggers, this is Peanut!  I wanted to tell you all that I'm healed, happy, love to play, and I'm so loved!  Thank you!"

Posted by -Pup- at 9:44 PM - 20 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

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 Another Repost (Yeah, I'm gettin lazy)
 

Embarassing Moment Number 2
 

About ten years ago, my sister gives me a call and asks me to drive her to the next town to get her car because it had broken down and she had to leave it there. She needed me to take her back to get it and then follow her to the mechanic's shop back here in the home town just in case it broke down again.

Well, it was gonna take a chunk out of my day that I hadn't planned, but that's what family is for, so I resigned myself to the task. I picked her up and off we went to the next town and she filled me in and gave me endless instructions on the way there (she's a very detail oriented person). It went kinda like this: The car would start okay, but would probably act up shortly after takeoff and might stall completely. So...here's what she'd do...get in, start it up, pretty much floor the thing to keep it from stalling and I was to stay right behind her. If she had to stop at a light, it might die, so I was to push her if it did. "Okay, got it", I says. She had one of those ugly maroon Taurus that was so popular back then, you know the one that the back end stuck way up in the air like a cat in heat.

Anyway, we get to the destination and sure enough, that ugly Taurus was sittin right where she left it. After a quick recap of the same instructions, she thought I was ready. I'm rolling my eyes at this point, but keeping my tongue.

Okay, she got in, started ugly up, put it in gear and practically peeled out of the parking lot. I'm right behind her, both hands on the wheel, watching her like a hawk and totally focused on my task. A truck cut me off, so I had to fall back a little before I could turn on the the main road thru town, but I caught up with her a block down the road where she was stopped at a light. Okay, I'm thinking that will hopefully be our only hitch for this all-important mission.

I pull up behind her and roll slowly almost to her bumper just in case she stalls when the light turns green. Well, the light turned and she drove on just fine, but there were other lights thru town, so I made sure I stayed right on her bumper just in case. So that's the way we go thru town, her making the rest of the lights green and me right on her bumber. When she changed lanes, I changed lanes.

By this time, we're out on the highway, which is four lane, heading back to the home town and things are going great. I'm still very focused, slowing when she does, speeding up when she does, and still on her bumper.

We were about halfway when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a car in the left lane had come up beside me and was just staying there! That's irritating, isn't it? After a minute or two, I'm thinkin, "why doesn't this moron either go on or fall back and get in the right lane?", so I glance over to see who this moron is.

Well........

I found myself looking at my sister in her ugly Taurus and she was looking back at me, laughing her head off. I looked back to the front of me at what must have been one very terrified woman driving an identical ugly Taurus.

OH MY GOD!!!!

I had been stalking a total stranger ever since the stop light many miles back there. No wonder she had been slowing down and speeding up, and still I stayed practically glued to her bumper! And I had been SO intent(as I learned later), that I had passed up my sister in town where she had pulled over to wait for me. She saw me go by and had been trying to catch up to me in her sick ugly car ever since.

I decided the best thing at this point was to back off, let the lady go on her way, and try to keep with the RIGHT car. I finished the journey to the mechanic shop in one of those semi-shock states that comes when you realize you've been an idiot and there are witnesses. Sis left her car with the mechanic and got back in my car so I could take her home and she was literally doubling over laughing. I wasn't amused! I mean, was it my fault that there were a coupla thousand of those damn maroon Tauruses in town? But then I started thinking about the spectacle I must have made of myself. Before long, I was laughing so hard I had to pull over and it took us both a while to get ourselves under control.

I still wonder about that poor woman that I was stalking that day. I hope she got over it, lol.

Yeah, I was blonde then too. :)
 

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 Another Repost
 

 Grandaddy and My "Uh Oh" Moment
 

My grandparents on my Dad's side of the family both passed away within 3 months of each other, the latter being Grandaddy who died on Christmas Eve, 1980.  I miss them both so much sometimes that it makes me cry.  Then there are the times that I ponder all the good times I had spending time with them during the summer months and a slow smile spreads across my face......aw, such fond memories I have and how blessed I am to have those memories. 

They were opposites that balanced one another out perfectly.  Grandmother was a small woman, always there for everybody, never met a stranger, energetic and bubbly.  She had a wonderful sense of humor that she passed down to my Dad, and I believe I managed to get my share of.  And she loved Grandaddy. 

Grandaddy, on the other hand was a friendly man, in a "very few words" kind of way.  He had a sense of humor, too but kept it well hidden.  He was a serious man that didn't say a lot, but you certainly listened when he spoke.  The usual "yeah" or "nope" that we commonly used to answer questions were not used when answering his questions.  It was "yes, sir" or "no, sir" or you were met with that "look"......the look that needed no words, that piercing look of brilliant blue eyes under dark eyebrows, which were raised in the silent message of, "what did you say"?  That "look" spoke volumes and was usually all that was needed to get the message.  If that look didn't get the attention sufficiently, he barked the few words that he felt to be enough, something like, "Break your leg to say sir?!"  ..........."No, Sir"  We mostly stayed out of his way and went about our play, but occasionally heard that gruff voice, say the same things at the appropriate moment, such as "Turn that light off before the mosquitoes start coming in!"

However, I seemed to be the only grandchild that could see that sense of humor that twinkled in his eye, even when the rest of his face was fixed in a definite frown.  I was the one that would call him Baggy Britches and Droopy Drawers and got away with it.  But even I knew there was a line you didn't cross, so I only went so far.  I didn't risk the "you've gone too far" glare which was definitely devoid of that "twinkle".  I never got a spanking from Grandaddy and don't remember my sister or any of my cousins getting one either.  But we all knew it was very possible, for Grandaddy was not the kind to be pushed very far, no sir.   

Grandaddy had worked very hard all his life and had been hurt pretty bad in a job related accident that I never did really know the details of.  But I knew he was in pain most of the time, not because he said so, but because my Dad told me.  He was still working back then to supplement the social security, and he worked as a butcher at a small grocery store a few blocks from home.  

Being an observant child, I just naturally noticed things.  And being a man of habit and of few words, Grandaddy was quite predictable. His routine was always the same, every day except Sunday.  I'll spare the details of his routine from sunup til sundown, but I could include them very easily.......because he was that predictable to me.  Which brings about my "uh oh" moment.......

Every day, Grandmother would cook lunch which would usually consist of a lot of warmed over leftovers and a couple of new items, but the table was always set with several bowls of various foods, plates, flatware and those big thick stem goblets full of cold, sweet iced tea.  Every day, we would hear Grandaddy pulling in the driveway, slamming the door of that old truck, coming in through the back door through the enclosed back porch, hanging up his hat and washing his hands.  Always the same timing, same routine.  By this time, Grandmother, sister and I were sitting down at the table waiting for Grandaddy to join us and "say the blessing", as we called it.  And every day, he would pull out his chair and during his slow descent to the chair, he would first let out a groan, then follow it with....."pshew....pshew....pshew".  This would all end at the same time his butt met the seat of the chair.  This was his "worked hard, very tired, so glad to sit down" ritual without words.  Then he would say the blessing and we would eat.  Every day....same routine. 

One particular day, I was observing this routine yet another time and for some reason, I just thought I would save him the trouble, I guess.  Who knows what I was thinking at the time.....I was probably 8 or 9 years old.  But anyway, the routine went as usual until he started to sit down.  This is where, before I even thought, I proceeded to do the "groan....pshew.....pshew.....pshew"  for him with the same precision and timing that he usually did....................

UH OH!!!!!

The room went totally silent as Grandaddy stopped abruptly in mid descent to his chair, looked at me sharply with that "look" and there was not a single twinkle to be seen.  Grandmother sat stock still while I suddenly swollowed my tongue, sank down in my chair and looked back at Grandaddy with eyes as big as saucers, I'm sure. 

Once again.......no words necessary.

After what seemed like an eon, which couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, he looked back down at his plate and finished his descent to the chair.  I looked over at Grandmother and she was obviously stiffling a grin, Grandaddy wasn't saying a word, and sister started laughing.  Whew.....the moment passed and I was still alive, but only because looks can't kill.  We finished our meal just like any other day, except that I was on especially good behavior.  Now, this story is always told at family reunions and I'm kinda known as the grandkid that miraculously survived a major "UH OH" moment.

Oh, the memories......

God, I miss them and can't wait to see them again. 

Posted by -Pup- at 12:31 AM - 14 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Saturday On The Stream
 

Hey, let's all go swimming!  Woooo Hoooo!!!

p.s.  Uh...somebody tell me just what the heck a "dingo" is?

Posted by -Pup- at 11:54 AM - 15 Comments   Add a Comment  
 
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