The Dackel Princess

Megan always posts some great questions on Fridays!

What are you looking forward to? My friend , Gail coming to visit on Thursday!!

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Two eggs, tomato juice, coffee.

When was the last time you…

– had a job interview? 1987
– cleaned your house? Today
– ate chocolate? too long ago…

What is your favorite brand of …

– soda coke, the new one with splenda
– shoes softspots
– clothing LL Bean
– chocolate Any sort of dark chocolate.
– makeup Clinique

What do you like best about blogging? I feel less alone.

What are your plans for the weekend? Cleaning and getting ready for my friends visit.

Last December, Greta had her first heat. It meant three weeks of keeping little panties on her, and keeping her safe from any neighborhood rogues. Since Greta likes her panties, (chastity belt!) it’s not really too tough to get through this time. We also live in a fairly good neighborhood, so most of the boys have had their little operations.
You count ahead six months and thats when the next heat will happen. Okay, I was ready in early June for this blessed event. I had purchased the pads, and prepared. Nothing! End of June. Nothing. Beginning of July, I started talking to her, asking her where she’d been sneaking off to, who she’d been with, why she wasn’t getting her period! Was she on the pill?
Tonight I saw a small spot. I checked and finally, finally after 7 1/2 months she is in heat again!
Now we have three weeks of pads and panties! Oh woop-di-doo!

I hate to iron. Doesn’t just about any sane person on the face of the earth? Remember, I said sane! However, in life there are those things that need to be pressed because no matter how quickly you get to the dryer, they are a wrinkled mess anyway. Hubby has several of those shirts, (I plan to burn them!) but I also have a few. (bon fire?) Anyhow, my old iron died. I mean it just spit out every last drop of water on the shirt I was ironing and wouldn’t heat up again. So off to Walmart I went.
Now I didn’t want to spend a fortune. I mean why do that when you aren’t going to use it a lot?
So I looked, read labels, checked prices, and picked out one because I liked the color. Okay, I know that doesn’t make sense, but it’s blue a pretty sky blue and that’s my favorite color, so I brought it home.
I love this iron! It’s a Sunbeam and it heat’s up well and has a surge of steam that takes out a crease easily and my ironing time has gone down.
I just finished 6 shirts in record time and what did I do? I looked to see if there was anything else to iron!
Pathetic really.

Okay, I got my copy of the new Harry Potter book yesterday! I was so happy, like a little kid! Hubby tried not to be seen with me as I walked proudly from the store waving my copy of the book over my head!
I started to read it last night, and demanded silence in the family room. Hubby thinks I have lost my mind. He just doesn’t know…
I read two chapters and then…my vision doubled and my eye began to ache! Stupid eye! I got so mad at myself I wanted to punch myself in my eye! Instead, I put my medication in the eye, patched it and went to sleep.
Now I have to do a few things like make breakfast, shower, and go for my walk and at least start the laundry before I can hunker down and read some more.

We went over to the local park and did the long hike. The humidity is unreal. Like thick heavy soup! But we did the hike and the dogs just loved it. When we got to the little lake, they all jumped in. Only now, Greta was the first one at the lake’s edge. She really loves being in the water!
Just as we got to the lake it started to rain. Since the dogs were already wet and Hubby and I were already soaked from the humidity, we thought, what the heck. We stayed and let the dogs have a good long swim.
Here are some pictures of our swim team! Shubi, Fritz and Greta!

I could feel it yesterday in my shorts. I could feel it in the tub when I took my bath. I weighed in and found an extra 3 pounds this morning! And I have Cherry Garcia to thank.
I can still feel his sweet kiss on my lips and the way his mere presence soothed my burning soul. He kept me wanting more and more until…
So today I say goodbye to Cherry for a while. The surest way I know to stay on my diet and lose this weight is to tell Hubby, (and I have). He will watch me like a hawk and thus keep me on the straight and narrow.
We leave in a few moments to go to the park. We’re doing the long hike today a 2 mile one. I’m taking the camera too, so I can hopefully get some shots of the doggies in the water.

This morning when I woke up I felt stiff, and headachy and quite miserable. Everything inside of me cried out to return to the golden slumber of moments before. Unfortunately Shubi, Fritz and Greta, not to mention Hubby had seen the eyes open and knew I was awake, so feigning sleep was a lost cause.
I’ve decided that sleeping late just isn’t going to happen to me again in this life time. The latest I sleep is maybe, maybe 7:30 on a dark and cloudy day. Most of the time, I am up at 6. This inability to sleep late is, no doubt, my grandmother’s pay back. As a teen I would sleep half the day away and drive her wild. She would promise me that the day would come when I would be up with the birds!
I had two children who were great sleepers, so I thought I’d somehow missed Grandma’s curse, but no. Here I am, 46 years old, children grown and gone, and now my dogs get me up or, and this is the worst part of all, I WAKE UP ALL BY MYSELF!
Life is cruel!
After breakfast, I talked to myself about my commitment to my walking. It was already in the upper 70’s with high humidity. Did I really want to go out walking? Well, no. But I did. I got Greta’s harness on and leash and off we went. We walked around our neighborhood, just over a mile. It was quiet on this Sunday morning, (sane people were still in bed and still asleep!) and we saw only one other person on our walk. Our neighbor, Frank. At 87 he shows no signs of slowing down. He was out mowing his lawn and doing some gardening. He’s amazing.
We came back to the house and watched The British Open, while I made a lunch of mixed chef salads. Tiger Woods is amazing!
My next project is making a file box for my stash of greeting cards. I LOVE to send cards to people and so I tend to pick them up when I see the right card for whomever. But I need a place to file these for easy retrieval. I’ve got a great cardboard box and some vinyl adhesive paper. I think I can do a fair job. I’ll post a picture when it’s done.

It’s done.

This morning I was getting ready to walk to the Post Office again, when Hubby suggested we take all three dogs to the local park and go for a nice nature walk. The route we would take is a mile and a half and has a little pond where Shubi and Fritz love to swim.
So off we went. We headed down the trail, heavily wooded and a bit muddy, with the dogs all running wildly. Even Shubi, who, bless her heart, has not been feeling her best the last few days. They all ran like young children and I had to run to keep up with them. Hubby was far behind, but we won’t even get into that! My cell phone rang and it was my daughter A.M. telling me about the party she was preparing for her Grandmother’s 80th birthday today. I was listening so hard, trying to keep up with the dogs when, boom, down I went. All that was hurt was my dignity!
We arrived at the pond and Shubi and Fritz went right in to swim. Greta was more concerned about sniffing around the edges. She still has not learned to swim. Today though, I placed all four feet in the water and she learned that she could get a nice drink.
Hubby played the fetch game, with a stick and Shubi and Fritz. Shubi would get the stick close to shore and Fritz would swim out to get it. At one point Greta stole the stick and Hubby retrieved it from her. Then he tossed it out in the pond. Fritz leapt to get it, and Greta followed!!!
For a moment Hubby and I stood in open mouthed shock as we watched Greta swimming her little dog paddle out, out, out, and then I realized she had better turn around because she really doesn’t know how to swim!!!
So I called to her over and over and over and she turned and swam in to the shore. Hubby and I started breathing again and he said, “For a minute I was getting ready to jump in and go rescue her.”
She is none the worse for the experience. In fact I think the little bugger actually enjoyed it! After the big dip, we headed back along another path to the car, and putting all three wet dogs in the back seat, we headed home.
Our new name for Greta is: Greta “Esther William’s” Garbo!!!