A Four Dog Life

People often wonder why I have 4 dogs. In fact today, I saw my doctor for a physical and he was asking me how on earth I could do it? Didn’t having 4 dogs mean a lot of work, a lot of time spent running around with them and cleaning up after them? Or feeding them?

Yes, it’s true that there is work involved with owning 4 dogs, but…and here is the important part, what they give me is so much more than any thing that I might have to do for them.

You see when I came home today Fritz and Greta met me at the door. They both danced around giving me kisses and happy faces and wagging tails. They were so happy I came home!

Then the puppies started jumping around and when I picked them up to bring them outside they licked my face and wiggled lovingly in my arms!

Even when I am not feeling well, the pups are all at my side. They snuggle and cuddle and sleep quietly. And I feel like the luckiest lady on the face of the earth.

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Greta, Arnie and Anneliese in my lap.

Now before you all start thinking that having 4 dogs isn’t challenging I’ll tell you there are times when all heck breaks loose! Like when the Oil Company Man makes a delivery and all the dogs see him and start barking. Woo-hoo! That’s when it is really fun. I just love it when I can’t hear myself think! LOL

Oh just one more thing before I close. You all remember that I bought those doggie steps for Greta was she was pregnant and as rotund as a Pot Bellied Pig? Well, I brought out the steps for the puppies and I taught them to use the steps. They love them and no longer even try to jump up or off the chair. As long as the steps are there they go up and down with ease. In fact now that the puppies are using them, Greta has started to actually use them too! I think now I will buy a second set for the bedroom. The key? Start them young!

Odor d’Puppy

I can tell that my cold is getting better. I can smell things again! Now having the use of your nose can be good or it can be bad. It all depends on the scents around you. In my case, I have two puppies that are being house broken, and although I have been pretty diligent, today I just could not get “odor d’puppy” out of my nose.

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Anneliese & Arnie

I made up a super mixture of cleaning solution and deodorizer, scrubbed the floors with that and then all I could smell was “odor d’puppy with deodorizer“! That simply would not do. I sprayed that stuff that says it kills all odors in your house, you know, like teenage boys sneakers! Nope, it didn’t work!

So I got out my old standby, orange cleaner and I’ve washed the floors with that. All I can say is thank the good Lord in Heaven! I’d rather be smelling oranges than “odor d’puppy“!

Hubby came in as I was finishing up washing the floors for the second time and he asked what I was doing. I told him that all I could smell was a dog kennel smell. He laughed and told me to get used to it. I stared at him coldly. “No way! I can be cleaner!”

Then it dawned on me. This means I will have to wash my floors maybe a couple of times a week!

Quick!! Someone come over here and sneeze on me so I get my cold back!

Good/Sad/Good

I woke up Thursday morning and before my feet even it the floor it was a bad day. You see when I went to put on my glasses, the lens fell out of my glasses! I got out the glasses repair kit, and tried to repair the frame, and I couldn’t. I spent all morning trying to repair the stupid things and I couldn’t. In the late morning I finally gave up and took my shower and dressed. I needed to go to get my bangs cut, stop at the pharmacy and the post office before coming home.

Now here’s the thing. The lens fell out on the left side of my glasses. This is the eye that Dr. W. has already fixed. So I took the paper off of a twist tie, tied the frames together and found I could actually see pretty well doing this. So I got in the Jeep and off I went.

My bangs were half way down my nose and my wonderful hairdresser trimmed them up and showed me a new way to blow dry my hair. She also didn’t charge me for this! Okay, the day was picking up. Then I was onto the pharmacy where I got a new glasses repair kit and some hand lotion. Good……….Then I went to the post office and picked up the mail. Usually the place is mobbed and there is no place to park, but today I got a space right in front!

I was starting to become suspicious that the turn in my luck was only going to turn again into something awful. I drove carefully home, tried to repair my glasses once again (no luck) and then made lunch for Hubby and me. Once we had digested, Hubby suggested that we go shopping. We’re due for another winter storm this weekend, so it would be good to stock up before the snow falls. He said we could also swing by the glasses store and get them fixed.

So off we went. I stopped feeling bad about not being able to fix my glasses when the optician had trouble and explained that the screw hole had been stripped. Great! She was actually the one who had done it last week when my new lens had come in, but heck, let’s not get technical about it, after all she did fix it.

We stocked up on the usual St. Patrick’s Day fare of corned beef and cabbage and carrots and potatoes, and came home to four happy hounds! I wish we could also keep Arnie. He is such a sweetheart and I adore him (yes, I am getting too attached), and he fits in with everyone pretty well. Why today, even Uncle Fritz seemed able to handle the puppies better than he ever has. Alas, Arnie must find himself a home of his own and I must say goodbye to him. We hope that soon we will get that call from someone who will love that boy!

The day ended nicely even if it started off badly. Glasses fixed, warm pajamas and happy hounds!

Getting It Done

I was singing,

“Just hear those sleigh bells jinglin’, ring ting tinglin’ to
Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
The snow is fallin’ and friends are callin’ “you-who”
Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with, you”

as I sat wrapping gifts. After a half an hour, I stopped and grabbed the phone.

“Hello? Do you have any classes for remedial package wrapping?”

They didn’t. So I sat there looking at packages I had wrapped and packages to be wrapped and I realized I was screwed! It is just not my strong suit. Oh, I try. I carefully cut the paper, I try hard to line everything up, and I desperately try not to tape myself to each item. In the end, I have tape stuck to my elbow and eye brow! Don’t even ask me how it gets there.

I looked at Fritz. “You want to try?”

He looked at me, with laughter in his eyes and got up and left the room. So it was me, and miles of Santa Claus wrapping paper and my tape.

I tried to calm down by reminding myself that it is, after all, the thought that counts, right? But then I looked at the square little packages with the ill fitting paper and I can feel the tears well up inside.

I had turned on Martha Stewart’s program and they were decorating packages with live holly and icicles that they made from paper mache! I wondered then, what was wrong with me, that I couldn’t even tape two pieces of paper together to form a straight line?

I am gift wrapping challenged.

I stopped and sat there once again looking at the wrapped and unwrapped packages. I simply refuse to use gift bags unless I am under the gun time wise. I love to see people ripping the paper I have so carefully tried to tape together.

So what’s a girl to do? I know I can never hope to be Martha Stewart, and there are still a few more days left until Christmas, so I’m not out of time, I’ll simply have to suck it up and hope that my family loves me enough to forgive the poorly wrapped presents.

Can someone pass the tape?

The Luck Of The Draw

I am not what you would call a lucky person. I have always hoped I was, but well, things just seem to conspire to thwart me. Still when attending a charitable fund raiser, or going to a group conference, I always buy raffle tickets. Not because I expect to win, but because I always want to support the organization.

Recently, we went to the North American Teckel Club show so that Greta could be rated by the German judge. I bought some merchandise with the NATC logo on it, and I bought raffle tickets. I left the show after Greta’s papers were signed for the long drive back to New Hampshire, but before the raffle was held. And this time, I WON!

What did I win? A bright fluorescent orange hunting vest! Now I know that there are some of you who wouldn’t see the use for this, but for me, living in a heavily wooded area of New Hampshire, the vest is perfect during hunting season, so I am not mistaken for a Moose! I love it. I plan to take my old fluorescent vest and make smaller ones for Fritz and Greta.

I did believe that this was some sort of anomaly and that I would probably go for the rest of my life without winning another thing. This was okay with me, because I felt happy to have won, just once in my life.

Last Saturday was a Christmas Fair at the Greek Church that my next door neighbor attends. I went to support her church, and as always, bought raffle tickets. And again, I got a call. I WON! This time I won a cute Santa Elf decoration for the shelf. He’s really rather large, and adorable and I am pretty happy about this.

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More than anything, I can’t believe I am winning anything at all! Hubby had me check the two lottery tickets he had purchased for the Saturday night drawings. Not one number. I told him that I think it must be that I need to be the one buying the ticket for the magic to work.

In the meantime, I’m looking for another church Christmas Fair to attend and a raffle to enter. I wonder if this is what it’s like when you win in Vegas?

The Mind Is A Mysterious Thing

Friday is the big day. Greta goes to the Vet and we will get the word on “if” she is pregnant. Oh how I wish I had experienced fingers! I could feel my girl up and just know if she had “biscuits in the oven”! Alas, my fingers are not so learned, and although I “think” I feel a hard little mound in her belly, there is part of me that worries that she is just getting fat!

I’m like that, you know. When presented with almost irrefutable evidence of a condition, I always come close to convincing myself that it’s nothing.

A few years ago when I lost the vision in my left eye as I was instant messaging with my friend Uschi, I immediately suspected something serious. I actually called the doctor and when told to come immediately to the hospital I got in my Jeep and headed to the hospital. Half way there, I had convinced myself that it was nothing and that the doctor would be angry that I had wasted his time.

I know, you are thinking I am a nut case. Blind in one eye and then convincing myself it was nothing. As you all know from this entry, I had a detached retina. So it wasn’t all in my mind. It was real.

Even with this history it doesn’t stop me from thinking that perhaps I am wrong about my Greta and that this

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is just my imagination.

I take her in at 10:30 in the morning. I will post as soon as I get home and let you all know.

What Could Have Been…

Last night I had written a post about my computer woes. Ah, the words flowed from my fingers onto the keyboard, as I composed sheer poetry! Never have I explained a situation with mere words in such an expressive manner.

I knew I would surely win the Pulitzer Prize for Blogging, so I asked my dear, sweet Hubby, who is an English Language/Grammer enthusiast , to go over this masterpiece and correct it for me, before I posted it, and likewise to send a copy to Columbia University for Pulitzer consideration.

I went into the kitchen to start dinner and he sat down with a glass of wine to begin the task at hand.

Then I heard it! Those fateful words. “The post has disappeared!” I ran to the computer, took it from his hands, and I looked. Gone! Gone! All my hopes of International fame and fortune! Gone!

Hubby apologized over and over, but I knew in my heart that life would never be the same.

When I die now, my obituary will read…”and she would have won a Pulitzer Prize for Blogging, but her husband accidentally deleted the post”.

The Saga Of The Router And The Modem, Part 2

I love you, Chip!

The saga of the router continued this morning after a difficult night’s sleep. I just knew there was something very wrong, but I wasn’t sure what it was. During the night when I woke, I thought that perhaps there was something wrong with the modem, but I am not enough of a computer Geek (just a Geek Wanna-be), to understand the intricate workings of my computer, modem and router.

When I got up this morning I decided to call my ISP. Certainly they would know if there was a possibility that the modem was failing after the thunder storm, causing my new router not to work correctly. I simply could not accept that two routers were defective.

I spoke to a nice technician, and I explained everything to her. We tossed a few theories back and forth, tried a few things and by the end of the 45 minute call, which left her totally perplexed, I was put on a list for an in house service call.

I left for my hair appointment with the question still ringing in my head. Was the modem defective or was I just the unluckiest computer user who ended up with two defective routers?

I sat in the hair dresser’s chair, while my hair processed, looking a bit like the old Phyllis Diller.images I tossed the idea around in my mind some more, and the more I tossed it around, the more I was sure that the modem was the problem.

As I finished up at the salon, I decided to speak to someone I absolutely trust regarding computers. My computer guru, Chip. I called Hubby on my cell phone and told him I was going to swing by Chip’s to speak to him about the problem.

When I got to Chip’s I stood there explaining things as best as I could. I finished my explanation of events and then asked him, “Could this have anything to do with the modem?”

His answer was a quick and firm, YES! Apparently it has something to do with the fact that the older routers work on lower frequencies and if a modem is having a problem, then the older ones don’t need as much kick to work. The newer routers, work at a higher rate and throw a broader signal. They require a modem to be working efficiently. He had actually had this exact thing happen to his own system a year or so ago.

At that exact moment my cell phone rang. The ISP serviceman was at our home. I left Chip, raced home and told the serviceman what I had learned. He didn’t exactly believe me. He tried a few, slick tricks that all repairmen know, and nothing worked.

Finally the nice serviceman switched out the modem with a new one. Bingo! Problem solved. The nice serviceman had never heard of anything like this happening before. He wrote down the model number of my old router and then wrote down exactly what had occurred. I think he was truly in awe of the situation.

After he left I sat down and smiled. I KNEW there was something wrong, and I knew it had to be something with the modem. Maybe there is hope for my geekiness after all.

Thanks, and I love you, Chip!

Can You Hear Me Screaming?

I was looking forward to today. Hubby was going to get me a new router, I would install it and life would be good. However, when I was going through the set up process, the new router didn’t work! I tried everything, and nothing would get it to work.

I called their help line. I waited a short time, and got a gentleman on the phone. He was in India. And he spoke English with such a heavy accent that he had to repeat himself 3 or 4 times for me to understand anything that he was saying. Frustration built and I began to have a melt down.

Emily was here and she fed the dogs, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner. Not for me to start dinner, but to actually sit down to eat, but nothing had been started.

Hubby had wanted to bid on something on Ebay and since I was in the middle of a router change everything was down and not working.

Finally, I reached the point of no return and I hung up the darn phone and left the office in disgust. I made dinner, ate it, went back in to the office, unhooked the new router and hooked up the old router, and said the heck with it!

I have questions to ask my ISP, but I’ll do that tomorrow. For tonight I plan to get my pajamas on, and curl up and watch “How I Met Your Mother” and “Two And A Half Men”.

Sometimes a girl just has to chill.

Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon

They say that everyone is connected to Kevin Bacon by 6 degrees. Well today I found out that this was true. I was born in 1958 and so was Kevin. Why, we could almost be twins!

Seriously, have you ever had one of those weird encounters where you are talking to someone and they happen to know someone you know, or perhaps they know someone who is once or twice removed from the person you know?

It’s the old saying, “It’s a small world”.

Recently this actually happened to me. I was sitting in a surgical waiting room passing the time back when Hubby had his second knee operation. I was speaking to a stranger about operations and such and I mentioned that I was getting a second opinion on my eye. (This was back in May before my eye surgery.)

The woman asked me all sorts of questions, the kind you don’t mind answering because you are never going to see this person again, when a woman seated on the other side of me said, “You’re going to see Dr. W. in Boston, aren’t you?”

I just about fell out of my chair. How did she know? She then explained that her husband had some very serious eye problems and had gone to this woman and she had restored his vision!

Another time, I was in Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France. I was standing in a line on a very hot day, feeling tired and faint, when a woman came up to me and said, “You’ve been to Falmouth, Massachusetts, haven’t you?”.

Again, you could have knocked me over with a feather. “Yes,” I replied, “How did you know?”.
“Well,” she began with a big smile, “You have on this pin,” and she gently touched the seagull pin on my lapel, “and that was made by Mr. Pannis!”
She was right. Years ago there was a silversmith in the town I grew up in who made very distinctive jewelry. This man was a true artisan and his work was never duplicated by another.

So have you had this happen to you?