Tail Biting Time

This is my Daady's really, really, really old friend. His name is Donkey Footstool which is a strange name compared to mine---Levi Strauss. Notice that he has a weird bunch of hair sticking out of his butt. Moomie calls it a tail and it used to be longer and thicker.

Yesterday when my pawrents went out for lunch me's decided to turn Donkey Footstool's butt into a schnauzer butt like mine. Clean, trim and sleek.

But Moomie did not like that Levi surgically removing that tail. Can you believe that! She gathered all that hair up and spent a long time trying to put it back together again.


After Donkey Breath got his tail back, Moomie tried to get us to kiss and make up, but we didn't do it. When she wasn't listening he threaten to bite me if Levi tries to grab his tail again and me promised him next time me will hide all that hair so Moomie can't find it.


At least someone appreciates my talents even if Moomie and Donkey Breath doesn't. This award came from my friend Tibby. Thank you, Tibby!

This award came with these words: "These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

Levi is passing this award on to:

Deetz

Ruby

Shelly

Alanis

Hershey

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My Flaky Human

Levi is back. Can we talk? Me needs advice on what to do about Moomie. Me loves her but she is a flaky human. How do I help her understand that boy puppies are suppose to do the things me does? Like yesterday we were in the back yard and I was tracking rabbits when me found where they hide their jelly beans in the grass. Levi was enjoying those tasty brown things when Moomie grabbed me and dug them out of my mouth! What self respecting boy puppy dog wouldn't eat bunny beans? Moomie doesn't know the first thing about raising baby boy schnauzers.

Then Wednesday me found Moomie's boobie hammock hanging in the bathroom. Levi is smart. Me figured out how to get it off the hook and I turned it into a pull-toy for my stuffie, Mr. Goose. He was having so much fun riding through the living room and Daady was having fun watching the two of us play until Moomie came along. End of fun. End of Daddy, Mr. Goose and Levi being happy.

All week long it was, "Levi, no!" "Levi, drop it." Levi, Levi, Levi---she is going to wear out my name and I'm not even 9 months old yet. If she does, will she have to start calling me by my middle name? Me doesn't even know how to pronounce it. All I know is it's spelled s-t-r-a-u-s-s and me thinks it is going to sound like a sissy name.

Levi did do one bad thing this week but I can't talk about it. It might get back to Moomie and she hasn't found the friend I brought inside the house yet. (I'm not suppose to do that for some flaky reason.) To tell you the truth I can't find her either. She got away.

Me has to go. Oh, guess what! I heard Moomie say we get to go back to obedience school on Monday. Maybe someone there will set Moomie straight about what boy puppies are suppose to do. Keep your paws crossed for her to learn before she turns me into a girlie dog.

Smell ya later, Love Levi

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Levi and the Name Tag

It's Schnauzer Saturday but before I turn this blog entry over to Levi, I'll update you on his recovery from his neutering on Wednesday. He's being a little wuss. I mean that in an affectation way, of course, but he does cry and whine when the clock says it's time for a pain pill. Mom's afraid he's going to be a drug head because he seems to need them so much. Plus he will only walk about six feet before his little butt drops down to the floor. Six feet. Drop. Six feet. Drop. The incision looks good, though, and the onsie is working just fine to keep him from pulling on it.

Levi's been tagged by Happy at Serendipity Park to do the name game. So I'm turning this blog entry over to my baby brother now.

What is your name?
Me Levi Strauss

If you could change your name, what would it be?
Button Fly Levi – good name for baseball player

What is your pet's name?
Blue Boy

If you could change your pet's name, what would it be?
Bat Boy

What are your brother and/or sister's name/s?
Angel Cooper, Angel Jason and Angel Sarah

If you could change their names, what would they be?
Angel Cooper = Bad Boy Leroy (Me hears stories. He scary bad!)
Angel Jason = Buddha Boy (Me hears stories. He scary good.)
Angel Sarah = Silly Willie (Me hears stories. She sillier than me.)

For the name game Levi has to tag as many people (or critters) as the letters in my name. Me likes to meet new pals so me tagging newbies in the Dogs With Blogs Community: Gucci, Tuffy, Weeze, and Reilly.

Did Levi win the name game? Me try really hard to do it right.

Can me---no---can I tell you something else? Levi not scared anymore about losing my balls but me still not feeling good. My crotch itches and burns and the onsie thingie Moomie puts on me to cover up my ouchie is too hot. Me---no---I saw that Bella Starlet dog on the Greatest American Dog Show on TV. She's the one who wears clothes all the time. Levi feels sorry for her and hopes Moomie doesn't get any bright ideas about doing that to me. Moomie promises only three more days in the onsie and Levi is going to make her keep her promise. ©

Smell ya later,

Love Levi


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