“Lemme out.”
Give me a second, Iggy, I just walked in. I’ll let you out once I put down my keys and —
“Lemme out! I’ve been locked in the kitchen for days!”
Hours.
“At least a week!”
Two hours. Almost.
“Almost a month!”
Actually, a bit over an hour and a half.
“It was terrible!”
How could it be terrible? Look at all you have to play with!
“Where?”
In the corner.
“Oh… um… I missed that.”
How could you miss that?
“Busy.”
Doing what?
“Um… I forget?”
Wait a minute —
Aw, come on, Iggy. Seriously?!
“What! You were gone for months!”
A bit more than 90 minutes!
“90 minutes is a whole year! Now pet me, dammit. You owe me.”
The Iggy Dialogues 
LOL How could it ever be possible to stay cross at that wee face!
Ha! Yeah, it’s all we can do. Iggy just ignores complaints and shoves his head under my hand. 🙂
Iggy needs hard rubber chew toys, mommy. And a bowl of water with ice cubes floating around in it. Thanks! -Iggy
The hard rubber toys are in the pile. He has no interest — he prefers stuffed squeaky things and rawhide chews. Which he gets. And, of course, proceeds to ignore. He just ignores them less than he ignores rubber toys. 🙂
Try the ice cubes in water. It helps with the teething. Between four cats and three schnauzers in different stages of development, we’ve had to “redecorate” a few times.😜
Thanks for the tip. Thing is, he’s at least two years old, so I don’t think it’s teething. I think he just likes the soft wood of the chair — we have another piece of furniture in the house made of similar material, and that has a few teeth marks in it too. 99% of the time, though, he prefers soft squeaky toys, fearsome predator that he is.
🙂
I know that look in a Schnauzer’s eyes – “Yes, I depend on you for food and you control EVERYTHING in my physical life, but hey, I DO have dignity, don’t you know? You and me, we’re equals: that’s a no-brainer. Well, you’re almost equal to me. Now scratch my back, dammit.”
Iggy isn’t really like that — he’s pretty laid back about things. He even allows me on the couch.
🙂
Iggy sounds pretty cool. Years ago I had Schnauzer by the name of Petey, but his nickname was Little Man ’cause that’s what a was – a little old man trapped in a dog’s body. Sometimes when he was ready to call it a night, he’d get his favorite toy, jump up on the bed, and bark at us in the other room! “TV, off! Lights, off! I’m ready for bed, y’all!”