Greetings from the Northeast

We are in the gradual process of making a move from 2 acres in a fairly busy “rural”  area to 54 acres on a dirt road in a very rural area surrounded by woods with our nearest neighbor a half mile or so away.  The Boys are loving the move.  When we arrive at the really rural home, we open the car doors and out they hop, not to be leashed again until we leave. Romps in the woods and hikes on a myriad of class 6 roads with a very responsive recall to our side whenever we request.

Taun has played a (sometimes unwilling) role in mentoring Bacchus with the recall.

This morning was another chapter in young Bacchus’ life-long course of learning:    He was taken out at 0500 this AM only to dash off toward the garden oblivious to the recall.  Two aggressive barks and then silence.   He returned shortly, foaming at the mouth like a long rabid dog.  The scent in the air reached us at the same time as the pup did … crap !! he got hit by a skunk and it appears that he was making a grab for it when it must have spun and sprayed him in the mouth.   Oh my word … the smell is too much to describe.  Best I could, it would be like dumping a 5 gallon bucket of mushy rotten onions on to your living room floor.  Clean it up you might but that smell isn’t fading soon.

Off to the deep sink but there was really nothing to wash off … it was all in his mouth.

Ah well; that is what we sign up for.

Taun has been a bit slow to accept Bacchus as a sibling but now makes a fuss when he is absent and they have become a reluctant pair.  We prepare for another northeast winter (snow today); the dogs eagerly watching the making of any fire in the fireplace or getting the cookstove fired up.

Bacchus is now 6+ months old.  He is brave and very protective of Laura and Grace if they are out alone with him.   His mouthiness has been gradually improving although he has been markedly less mouthy since the skunk encounter this morning …  He is always willing to get involved and lend a helping “hand.”

These guys are stereotypical Weims in every way and we couldn’t be happier.  They make it abundantly clear that they are sad when we leave and they welcome each of us home every day as though we were gone for a year.

No (really) destructive behavior ever (Bacchus does have a fondness for glasses and pens and Taun is an underwear and sock thief) …  and they are happy, loving members of our family … we couldn’t ask for more … except maybe another one.

We wish you guys the very best and we keep you in our hearts.

Jon, Laura, and Grace in New Hampshire

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