2017 9th Saturday Recap
Greetings From Far Eastern Oregon
~ very little snow remains
The weather is pleasant. The sunshine arrived yesterday. Doesn’t that put a smile on your face? The high was a surprising 65 degrees, and today it is supposed to be close to the same. The snow that has been a topic of late is disappearing. We have a tiny spot in the puppy yard where once it nearly covered the table and chair. The large dirty piles in town are slowly leaving as well. The pristine white snow is so refreshing when it is new; however, the removal process gathers muck and debris as well as the unwanted snow. Parking lots and city streets are cleared. These piles are the last remaining evidence (other than the filling reservoirs and bank escaping rivers). Winter is breathing its last breath, and we can sincerely hope the last blizzard is but a memory and Mr. Winter has played his cards. We are so ready for spring and all it brings.
To many, the spring puppy is the ideal one. We won’t argue the pros and cons of timing here. We can only say there are many things beyond our control. Not too long ago we wrote two on the topic of availability. If you have not read the posts or want to give them a review, click on these links. ( Part One) (Part Two) Almost daily, if not several times a day, we are asked the same question or questions. Who have you mated? When do you expect pups? Can I get one from the next litter? You get the drift. We appreciate the enthusiasm. Nevertheless, these questions are impossible to answer.
The Spring Longhair Litter arrived. To the chagrin of many, there were only two smooth coat pups in the litter. The litter only produced six pups. Others are so excited that the (Sadie X Stackhouse) litter has arrived–speaking to those waiting for a Longhair puppy. Others, like us, wait for smooth coats–breath abated.
This Week on the Blog
Here are the week’s posts if you wish you may review or visit them today! This week marked eight years for the OwyheeStar Weimaraner News Blog. Without you readers, it would not be possible. What more can we say?
Sunday—March 5 — Day of Rest
Monday —March 6 — Our Lily
Tuesday —March 7 — Anniversary
Wednesday —March 8 — Recycling Made Easy
Thursday —March 9 — Parker
Friday — March 10 — Bella the Beautiful
On a very personal note
Yesterday was the best day I have had in months. I am holding my breath (not really), but you get the idea. I hope it is not a fluke or the fact that I didn’t do too much. I did plenty, but I did not push myself (as is typical) to keep up with the demand. My goal-oriented nature gets me into trouble. They say our strength is also our undoing. I fear it is so.
Cliff faces various challenges on every side. Just when he is trying to get the new floor going for the utility bath, the septic hiccuped. (OMG) That is not a topic anyone wants to contemplate. City dwellers give little thought to flushing their toilet or doing multiple loads of laundry. When you are hooked to a septic system, its health is paramount. the old farmhouse had seen moderate to any use. It is probably in shock with the daily dishwasher, the multiple laundry loads, as well as the general gray water activity.
We knew some changes were needed; however, we hoped to forego the process. It was not going to work out the way we hoped. Cliff had to dig up the timeworn gray water lines and attach them. That way our gray water is not flooding our septic. We hope this will cure the problem, but most assuredly it is a smart move. We have several options available. Nevertheless, all of them require Cliff’s time and energy–and he has the expertise thank goodness. They also take a chunk of change. He got the lines hooked up yesterday and I managed to do several loads of laundry.
Thanks to You
There is no way we could ever thank you enough for your love and support. We are in need of a few stories to get through the December blogging. Several of you have promised; however, we understand how busy you might be–nevertheless if you can send along something we would greatly appreciate it. Without you, this would be impossible.