Author: Dackel Princess

Tattoo’s And Snow

Last night we decided to do the prep work for the tattooing. We got out each pup and shaved the inside of their right ears. I have to tell you right now, there were more yelps and cries during the shaving of the ears than during the tattooing the following day. All I can think is that the noise of the shaver scared the little sweethearts.

Carrie, the co-breed warden for the NATC, examined each of the puppies as well. She checked to make sure that there were no problems with their tails, ears and belly buttons.

Sunday morning after we all had breakfast (puppies and humans), we got down to business. Each puppy is assigned a number. Arnie, because he is a male got the first number.

Arnie
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Feb. 18 Arnie

Then Angelika
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Anita
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Anja
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Anneliese
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It’s a fascinating process. Carrie has a punch that she sets with the numbers to be used. The punch is basically a set of pins. She cleans the ear with disinfectant, presses the punch quickly into the ear and then rubs the ink into the holes in the ear. Due to the fact that I chose to have green ink used (like Greta), I now have 5 puppies that look like St. Patrick’s Day doggies! I’ll leave the ink on for a few more days before I give them each a little bath.

To reward them for their good and brave behavior we took them outside to play in the snow for the very first time. They loved it! How wonderful to run and jump and roll in the snow!

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Feb. 18 Anneliese

So, at the end of the day, they are tired and so are we, but I can happily report to you all that the puppies are fine and happy and not scarred by the experience. Me? Well, just a little! LOL

Shubi

In Memoriam.

December 1, 1995-February 18, 2006

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FOUR FEET

I have done mostly what men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can’t forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.

Day after day, the whole day through–
Wherever my road inclined–
Four-Feet said, ‘I am coming with you!’
And trotted along behind.

Now I must go by some other round–
Which I shall never find–
Some where that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.

— Rudyard Kipling —

The Day Is Here

Today the puppies will be tattooed. Now I would never get a tattoo myself, but it is the rule that all German doggies get tattooed in their right ear. I’m not sure who will cry more, them or me. I shall, of course, report how it goes.

Bernie’s Mommy is coming to hold my hand while the Breed Warden for the North American Teckel (dachshund) Club does the tattooing.

Feb. 10 Anja, Anneliese, Anita Arnie

The little bundles awaiting their tattooing!

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When I was a little girl, I would go to visit my grandparents quite often. They had a few toys at their home on Murdock Street in Brighton, Massachusetts, but the toy I always wanted to play with was the wooden Noah Ark. It had been my grandfather’s toy when he was a child in Germany (Papa was born in 1897) and came to this country with him when he was 9 years old. It was very fragile and I was only allowed to play with it in their living room while I was being very, very careful. I spent many hours playing with this wooden ark filled with hand carved animals and of course Noah’s family. It sits in my family room now, untouched by anyone but me, and when I do touch it, I am taken back to those long ago days when Papa and Grandma had me at their home and I played, happily.

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A Perfect Fit

Have you ever worried about making the right decision, then made it, and instead of worrying if the decision you made was the correct one, you just know that it is? Okay, maybe I am the only person who worries like this, but I was really having a problem trying to decide between the two little pups, Anneliese or Anita.

I am so happy that Anneliese made the decision for me! LOL

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Today I was in the kitchen working on dinner. Anneliese was watching me and she was not happy that I didn’t put down what I was doing to come and play with her. The next thing I know I looked over and sitting in the basket of newspapers that forms our high barrier was Anneliese. She had scaled the barrier, and was just sitting there on top of the newspapers observing me.

Apparently she scared herself because I stopped and went over to make sure she was okay, and she was shaking like a leaf. We hobbled down to the office where Hubby/Daddy was working on his computer, and he held Anneliese for a while and talked sweetly to her, until the shaking stopped. Then I took her back to the puppy room and put her inside with her brother and sisters.

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She climbed into the pig pile and fell asleep.
(Angelika is watching me)

Thursday Thirteen #40

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“Thirteen Things I Have Enjoyed About Having Puppies In The House”

1. Watching Greta as she quickly developed in her pregnancy.
2. Watching her babies being born.
3. Holding that first baby in my hands. (It was Anneliese who came out screaming!)
4. Seeing Greta awaken from her c-section and automatically know these were her babies.
5. Seeing how instinct took over, and Greta became the best mother, not even leaving her pups to go outside to do her wee-wee.
6. Watching Greta count the babies and make sure they all got to nurse.
7. Watching the puppies eyes open and then focus.
8. Watching their first clumsy crawling movements.
9. Seeing the pups play with each other for the first time.
10. Seeing them actually walk for the first time.
11. Watching the first puppy climb out of the whelping box. (Anja)
12. Seeing them eat, run, drink and chew on a rawhide for the first time.
13. Finding my new little friend, Anneliese…..

Feb. 4 Anneliese with Angelika



She’s The One

Well, here she is, my Valentine!
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As you can see she has an incredibly sweet face. Also noticeable, is the fact that while the other puppies are all ignoring me, she has looked up to see me standing there.

She is the first one at the gate, always. She will fuss and whine until she is in my arms and then settle down, and she has started to get to know Fritz and he actually came over to her today, while she was sitting in my lap, and sniffed her. I can see he is starting to get interested in her.

She has stolen my heart and I can see her making a place for herself in our house. Now, we need to find a good home for Anita, and I will be happy.

All my puppies are good babies, but somehow, Anneliese has chosen us and I can’t help but think that this is a very good thing.

What’s Your Vote?

I looked over at the puppy room and standing at the gate was a little puppy with a slightly shaggy face and big raisin brown eyes. I swear that when I see her, she smiles and gives me a little bark, as if trying to say, “Come and get me”.

I picked her up and hugged her close to me, and I could feel the warmth of her body. As she cuddled under my chin, I looked down at her and she planted a big fat wet kiss on me.

I’ve pulled out Greta’s baby pictures and flipped through them. She looks like her mother’s twin! I hadn’t realized that. I am so pleased to see this because I think Greta is really beautiful!

She sat in my lap today and we encouraged Fritz to come over and get to know her. Oh, she loves Fritz so much, and yet, he is still really nervous around her.

She has decided that she is home. When she sees Hubby she acts the same way with him as she does with me. It’s the oddest thing. We hadn’t really decided to keep her, and yet, she has decided to keep us.

So which one is she?

Can We Say Medial Collateral Ligament (MCL) Injury Of The Knee?

I saw the PA (Physician’s Assistant) today and got the results of my MRI. I have a Medial Collateral Ligament injury, but luckily, no tears, no damage to the meniscus and I won’t need surgery. At this point, I will need to rest it until the pain is gone and then dive into physical therapy. This is far better news than I had hoped for and I am nearly dancing on the table with joy!

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So, I am still feeling like a jerk, but at least not a broken jerk who will need to be put back together again like “Humpty Dumpty”. In time I will be good as new and feeling like my old self. The big question is….”Is that really a good thing?”