Dackel Princess

Under The Knife

***Updated***
So who didn’t sleep last night? Who is awake and a nervous wreck? You guessed it. Me! Well, at least Hubby will have fun today. He plans to watch the entire knee event. Yes, the doctor gave him permission to stay awake through the whole thing. I’m guessing the doctor doesn’t know how much Hubby can talk! LOL!
***********************************Hubby. We go to the hospital at 8:15 AM and his surgery is scheduled for 10:15. So everyone out there in Cyberland, say a little prayer that all will go well for my sweetie.
I’m going to be doing what all good wives do when their spouses are under the knife. I’ll be sitting in a waiting room, either on my computer, or reading or crocheting and probably drinking coffee. Since I don’t know which will provide me with a good mindless distraction, I will have my backpack with me with all three, and a thermos of coffee.
I’ll be posting Wednesday night with the results of his surgery, and I’ll be trying to get a little blurb up each day, but I’m afraid that I won’t be visiting my favorite sights for a couple of days. So please forgive me ahead of time.
Well, we’re off!

Little Miss Pants

For those of you with a beautiful, well built teenage daughter, I can sympathize. I know you have “boys” coming by, or calling and generally making fools of themselves. Lovesick young boys, who are totally captivated by your daughter’s beauty.
I have Greta. Yes, little Miss Pants is still in heat and the boys are coming from far and wide to sit on my door step in hopes that they will get a “look“, or a “piece” of my little girl.
At first I thought it was funny. You know, “Isn’t that cute?”, but today I finally found my good humor fading, as we had Fritz and Greta barking away like wild things, while the boys in question sat there, hopefully.
I was afraid to open the door to shoo the boys away. Afraid that my little hussy would slip out and run off with those that would like to worship her. Fear not, her pureness is intact. I am one tough keeper of the chastity belt!
How much longer will this last?
Meanwhile, I am getting ready to leave for Hubby’s operation on Wednesday. I’m bringing the pooches with me, as I can’t very well expect a house sitter to be changing Greta’s pants, now can I? But imagine this…Greta sitting in her little pants in the front seat of my station wagon, and there, surrounding the car will be every un-neutered male dog in a 5 mile radius! Oh help!

Hi, My Name Is Greta…

Sunday was the worst day yet for Greta’s suitor’s. The big black Lab arrived in the early afternoon and just stayed and stayed. Fritz tried to run him off, but old black Lab was having none of that. Instead he ran Fritz’s butt all over the back yard. After about 45 minutes of this dog play, Fritz came in exhausted.
And where was Miss Greta? Right at the door, barking and fussing and generally acting like a real tramp! I tried to tell her that it is far better to play hard to get, but she twitched her little tail and ignored me!
Night fell, and I guess that black Lab was hungry, because he left the yard and went home. He has not returned. I was finally able to get Greta out for a much needed walk in the yard, but she was so enthralled with sniffing where black Lab had been that she couldn’t concentrate on her business. Too bad, this meant I had to go out one more time.
I keep telling myself that I need to hang on just a few more days and Greta will return to the sweet, easy dog that she usually is. For now, it’s like living with a Playboy Playmate on hormones!

(Hubby says, he should be so lucky!)

The One About Poop!!!

Okay. Dog ownership is sometimes not all it’s cracked up to be. It’s sort of like having a baby all of the time. They need to be fed, groomed and put to bed, just like a baby, and even though you can train them to go outside to do their poops, come springtime, when the snow melts, you still need to go out and scoop the poop off the lawn and chuck it in the woods.
I don’t usually worry about such problems. I take care of the indoor stuff, like food, water, pills, when needed, and baths (not my personal favorite, but hey…), and Hubby does the poop scooping. However, as you all know, Hubby is on crutches, and as much as I would like to send him out there with a shovel, I just can’t bring myself to do it.
Yesterday I was out with Greta on the leash and I saw that enough snow had melted that the entire side hill of our lawn was literally, “COVERED” with poop. It was cold and windy and I thought, “Hmmm, not now”, but today it’s going to be a little warmer and so I cannot put off this rather distasteful job any longer. It’s now, or come mud season it will become totally disgusting.
So while all you mother’s with little pooping babies lament poopy pampers, just think of me out there with a bucket and shovel and be glad that when Junior is finally house broken, he/she will know how to “flush” it away!

That Loving Feeling

Yesterday Greta began looking at me with a little glint in her eye. That’s cute, I thought, until she jumped over on me and let me know that she wanted me to be the father of her puppies! I patted my little friend, and tried to explain hormones. Now how do you explain hormones to a 23 month old female dog in heat? It’s not an easy thing. I finally had to put her on the floor to escape her “passion“. Thinking that I was showing an interest in further “love play” she started to nuzzle my slippers. (Wait, I have furry slippers! Do you think she has fallen for them?) I finally gave up and took her to bed, in hopes that she would settle down and go to sleep in there. After a bit she did, but at 5:30 this morning she woke me up with passionate kisses. After taking her out to commune with nature, I am now keeping my distance!
We will breed her next time, but this time her amorous ways will have to be for naught. Meanwhile, I have another 10 days of these loving feelings and changing little puppy pants.
The things we do for love!

Loving Firefox!

I’ve come into the 21st century! I finally left Netscape behind and have gone over to Firefox and Thunderbird!
Now before anyone thinks that this is really a stretch for me, let me explain.
Firefox and Thunderbird were developed by the same people who originally made Netscape. When Netscape was purchased by AOL/Time Warner, they left and started their own company. Thus Firefox/Thunderbird was born.
I have found the transition to be mostly painless, although I had a few places where I had trouble setting things up, but that was simply because I am only a wanna be computer geek! It is all installed now, and set up and working like a charm.
What do I like best? The tab browsing is good, but the best? Probably is in Thunderbird. I write to a friend in Germany all the time and occasionally I use German words. Thus a normal spell check isn’t always kind. I imported a German dictionary, that I can use to run a spell check on the letter and it will give me correct German spellings, Umlauts and all.
Much of the actual program is the same as the older versions of Netscape. So, I haven’t had any trouble adapting to it. I like it so much, I plan to upgrade Hubby’s computer as well.
What did we do before computers?

Worry

Hubby had all his pre-operative testing and the visit with the surgeon today. Everything went well, but I am not sure I liked what the doctor had to say. Between the cysts growing on the bones and a hairline fracture too, I didn’t feel really good after. Not that I don’t like the doctor, I do. I just worry about my Hubby!

We stopped at the motel I will be staying at and I was able to check out the place. Bed, Internet access and a Continental Breakfast each morning. What more could a girl want?

This and That

It was a big day here at The Dackel Princess Home. The oven got fixed, bills got paid, I selected a pair of glasses and I went to the LL Bean Outlet store and found a King Size Bedspread in pale blue. Now the best part about the bedspread was that, it is usually a hundred dollars and I talked the sales girl down to $50.00. Here is the deal. It was already marked down some because it was a clearance item. The item was not bagged and had been on the floor. Obviously it will need to be washed before use. So, we played, “Let’s Make A Deal” and that was the end result!
Here is a picture of the spread. I got the lightest blue one.

My new glasses will be here in about 2 weeks. I selected a pair of wire frames that are tinted a fleshy pink color. They almost fade away on my face. I also got them with the anti-glare filter on the lenses. Because I must wear glasses all the time, I decided to order a pair of sun glasses. Woo-hoo! I used my old glasses (the Harry Potter Frames), and they will have the new prescription with a polarized dark brown tint. I’m psyched!

We see the Orthopedic Surgeon for Hubby’s pre-operative appointment. He will tell us all that he plans to do, And we will make the final arrangements with both the hospital and the motel I will stay at.

After a few days of walking my little panty princess, I must say I am really ready for spring! Every time Greta has to go out, I leash her, and out we go. It has been in the single digits each morning and hasn’t gotten over 20 degrees during the day! Brrrr!
Come on Springtime!!!

Girls in Glasses

It’s time to go out and select new glasses. Now this always proves to be a real challenge for me. First, I really hate glasses. I was a contact lens wearer for 25 years. After my retina detached, it was bye-bye to contacts and hello to glasses, permanently.
My current frame is what I call a modified Harry Potter frame.

Large, round, but instead of being black they are gold frames. However, I think this time I’ll go for something a little smaller. Gold in color, but small.
If I must wear glasses, then they have to be gold as I look simply dreadful in any colored frames. Oh vanity, they name is Maribeth!
I’ve decided not to get glasses that automatically tint to sunglasses. They are such a waste. They do not work in the car! That was something that no one bothered to tell me. I think what I’ll do is get regular lenses in the new frames and then get my current glasses dipped and made into dark sunglasses.
It just stinks when you can’t walk across the floor without wearing glasses.

The Boys Are Here

Well, it started. I knew it would. The “boys” have discovered that Greta is in heat and have begun to “come a calling!” Currently we have one black lab and one yellow lab, in our back yard, searching for Ma Belle Petite Fille! Of course, I knew this would happen, and I am ready. I started to walk Greta on a leash last night, and I keep a close eye out for any young studs who want to take advantage of my baby.
Fritz is going crazy, as he hates to have any strange dogs in our yard. He races from one window to the next, barking and growling and generally making my head hurt much worse than it did a while ago. Greta just follows along. Personally, I think she would be thrilled to go out and cavort with these young boys and just give it all away. She’s like that when she is in heat. A real tramp! It’s good that she has a mother like me that is keeping her pure for that special boy!
Speaking of which, I think we have found Greta a good suitor. He is almost the same age as Greta, the same size and looks very much like her twin. He comes from a similar background and I think theirs may be, a match made in Heaven!
Meanwhile, I shall fight off the advances of these young studs and keep Greta on the straight and narrow.