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.
The little bundles awaiting their tattooing!
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Antique
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.
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.
She climbed into the pig pile and fell asleep.
(Angelika is watching me)
“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…..
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.
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?
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!
They are little doggies now. Running around, eating and sleeping and getting into all sorts of mischief! I’m simply having the time of my life with them. So without further comment I am thrilled to present a new video of my darlings.
Pink = Angelika
Blue = Arnie
Green = Anneliese
Red = Anja
Yellow = Anita
I was lying in bed this morning, having just woken up from a restless night sleep, when I suddenly had a wonderful idea! Yes, this was the idea to end all idea’s, and it’s implementation would ease my life considerably.
I got up and got my cane and hobbled out to the puppy room. As I passed the coffee pot I flipped it on. I picked up a puppy and carried it into our living room where I have a playpen set up.
I plopped it into the playpen and went back for another pup. After I had all 5 pups in the playpen, I set a dish of their food in there and left them.
I went back to the puppy room and rolled up the well used newspapers, swept the floor and then washed it. Then I lay down fresh newspapers, fresh water and a dozen new puppy rawhide bones.
By this time the puppies were all done with their breakfast and I was able to bring each one back to the puppy room, where they soon discovered the rawhides! Each pup got their own bone and for the next 2 hours we had peace and quiet.
I drank my coffee, ate my breakfast and even read my email. Yes, I am a genius!
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Broken
Hubby had to have both of his knees replaced last year because they were essentially, “broken”. Now, after many months of therapy, he is back to his old self, and able to walk and ski and do all that he could before. This picture was taken after the second knee was replaced. He was one very happy surgical patient!
