Remember these? Nothing better for breakfast in the whole world than a slice of this. I texted my sister today telling her I was going to make one figuring it would make her laugh. We used to make these and then practically girl fight over the last piece. We always made them tart just because that's how we liked them. Plus, you had to cut that Eagle Brand milk somehow or it would KILL you. Deadly stuff and even though the store bought crust was card boardy and practically flavorless--it was just part of the whole experience.
For old time sake, I bought a prefab crust for #tbt but on second thought, I may not be able to stand it. Just entirely tooooo gross.
I may have to be a purist and go with a homemade crust. OOO, la la.
With this latest major hack job into all of our emails and passwords we clearly need to change them all but are being told not to do it until a new andimproved fire wall can be established. I get it but when's that likely to happen and what do you do in the meantime? Radio silence. Guess there's just not an answer for everything is there?
Thank you to all for your condolences on the close but no cigar Mokey situation. My partner and I are both feeling much better though still disappointed. Rats. Rats. Rats. After I found out he wasn't coming Wednesday, I went and did one of the things I know to do when my heart feels like it's been ripped right out of my chest. I went next door and played with Claire and baby John and gave them some little Easter candy I'd gotten them. (Yes, it was late afternoon candy before dinner so color me a lousy neighbor but whatever.) Baby John wasn't really sure what it was but Claire knew immediately. After a few smooches on both kids, I was ready to leap small buildings in a single bound......ahhhh.... the power of LOVE.
Sis continues to reign supreme and for the last two nights has gotten her dad to take her for a ride in the car vs a walk. What he doesn't know is that this is now THE LAW unto SIS and the first night he doesn't want to there will be hell to pay. I can't wait. Watching this battle will be almost as good as watching a Scandal rerun.
For those not on my FB page, the scoop is Mokey is NOT coming. His family gave him to a friend of theirs. The friend was to keep him while they were out of town over the weekend and the friend, knowing they were giving him away, asked to keep him. Yes, they had contacted the Rescue Dachshund people about placing him, said they would, yada, yada, yada. They bailed. I guess at least now their little girl can see him at their friend's house. (I'm working really hard to be generous here because I'd personally like to dog-nap him.) But truth be told, I'd probably have done the exact same thing they did AND I still don't like it. No sir, I don't.
The weirdest part is this morning early I had a premonition that either his family would decide to keep him or the people fostering him would. Bingo. The latter. I told myself to stop "awfulizing"--- but it was still in my head because I even told my hairdresser about it today--he's a fellow doxie person. When I texted Kevin late this afternoon to tell him no Mokey, he was stunned and then remembered me telling him my weird premonition. Sometimes my knower just knows stuff. Don't know how or why but it does--- even when I don't want to believe it.
So, that's that. I'm crushed. I'm sad. I'm disappointed. I'm going to feel it all and when I'm done, move on.
The good news? I still have that slick black hound that I love to pieces and that's a lot.
No news yet and I have made a deal with myself that if we have not heard from the Dachshund people by tonight, I can text them. Patience is just not something I do well especially when it surrounds a DOG, and one I have seen a picture of....that's like having candy dangled in your face and snatched away.
While the little kid in me wants to go all toddler in Target meltdown city, the adult in me knows that while that might feeeeeeel good for a second, it's NOT how grown ups act. Forcing a solution is never a good idea. That much I know for sure.
So while I attempt to build more character and virtues, stay tuned. He's so close I can almost smellllllllll him. And since I'm obsessing anyway, I'm thinking this is close to how he must have looked as a puppy. omg.
Boy, howdy. Over the weekend I failed to live up to someone else's expectations and did I ever feel the heat. A neighbor down the block who is and has been separated from her husband for well over a year, expected me to join in on her verbal Tae Kwondo of her husband who has moved on, so to speak.
I didn't, and expressed my opinion to her that since she can't do anything about his part and what all she feels he's done wrong, she might take a look at hers, since that's the only part she can change, going forward. I told her in my experience, a relationship has two sides and the truth is generally somewhere in the middle. 3...2...1 Kaboom.
She wasn't buying anything I had to say. She gathered her forces and tried again trying to force me to see it her way. I refused to play. She shook three pictures she'd printed off FB that "prove he's cheating on me". They didn't.
Wow. When you don't do what someone else wants/expects you to do, you're going to feel the heat. Stand your ground anyway. Their stuff is their stuff. Let them deal with it.
As of an hour ago, here's where we are. Mokey's people are out of town until Monday so that means until they are back and until the dachshund rescue people can take him to the Vet to be all checked out, we can only lick the picture we have of him...and yeah, I said lick....because right now I could. His face reminds me of Wigman's but his dapples make him his very own self. I can't wait to see what he's like in person. I may faint...
So, maybe next week sometime we will get to meet him and more importantly he will have his audience with Her Canine Royal Highness. As long as there is no major growling or blood shed, we are good. We already know Sis is a big old pig--bed hog, bone hog, food hog, etc. so none of that will come as a surprise. For him maybe but not us. It will hopefully be like bringing another baby home from the hospital (after the first one), only this one is grown up, is potty trained, and much less of a hassle in general. Or not. It could be a freaking nightmare but at least no diapers are involved.
Some of you have seen his picture. Some not. Don't know who the little girl is but I'd take her, too. Adorbs. Totally.
Recently my partner expressed interest in several dogs on the Dachshund Lovers of Texas Rescue site and we ooohed and ahhhed over them. I finally told him that if this is what he wanted to do, he had to pull the trigger and fill out the online forms. Clearly he's interested because he sat right down and did it. Then we got a call from a gentleman from DLof T saying we needed a "home visit", and they came by yesterday.
What is it about animal people that's so immediately bonding? In a word, they were delightful. Both are teachers and live in Merriman Park where Wiggles breeder lived before his death. They met Sis, who was on her very best behavior, and ended with us all in the backyard yakking our heads off. What was initially intended as a fifteen minute visit became forty five minutes of laughter, (Sis shooting out her puppy door at warp speed) stories of dogs in our respective pasts, and what feels like the beginning of a brand new friendship. They told us about dogs that are currently available but were not pushy in the slightest. These two really know what they are doing and when they saw Sis's set up, laughed, admitting we are all owned by dogs--not the other way around.
They mentioned one dog that will be available soon that could be a nice fit (they have to finish vetting him and find out any health specifics) and told us to check their website often and holler about any pup that might interest us. They agreed another female might not be the right fit-- and I don't want one anyway--no offense, Sis. I want a neutered man dog and when asked about color, I said a smooth whatever. I'll know when I see and meet him if we have a connection. Next we have a meet and greet with Sis and maybe a one night spend the night to see how things go. If he's not happy, or Sis isn't, that's a deal breaker. (3:00 AM howlers need not apply.)
We assured them we are not in a **rush. We want the right dog in the right situation and already know there will be an adjustment period for all of us. What we want is a laid back lounge lizard lap dog, closer to the cradle than the grave. Order placed.
** I'm thinking maybe we should call them back this afternoon and tell them as soon as they know more about the one we discussed, we'd like to meet him. **