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Charlie Mae and Murphy–Part One
~ Home For the Holidays
It’s been TOO long since my last update to you! We are having a wonderful Holiday Season at the Spight house. Charlie Mae and Murphy are doing great and have fully taken to their roles as our Fur Children! Charlie is now 6, and Murphy is 5.
They sleep with us EVERY night, Murphy prefers to be full-on under the covers (usually rotates to have his face sticking out at some point). Charlie likes to rotate between being partially under the covers and out of the covers (I think she gets too hot). The movement back and forth drives Jill a little crazy, but she still likes to snuggle with them throughout the night also, so they remain as permanent bed companions it seems.
Happy Holidays and lots of love to you all! The Spight Family
We are ever so happy to know your Weim-loving family. It is fabulous to know that both Charlie Mae and Murphy are doing well–at least doing Weimar type things. (Haha)
We loved seeing your annual Christmas Tree Lighting with Charlie Mae. I saw someone copied you–it was a Facebook post a few days ago. Don’t worry Charlie Mae–they cannot be considered the same as you–a Christmas Poster Girl.
~With Chester in Oregon
Chester has been helping Mama wrap presents and when I say help, but I mean stealing all the presents and trying to run away with them. Luckily I have caught him before the presents are ruined. I think Chester is worried he is on the naughty list because he has decided to bark at my Santa on the mantel then proceed to run away. He brings me so much joy and laughter. Brandon and I both love him so much! Happy holidays!
We are ever so thankful to you folks–and happy for Chester.
Santa–well maybe we can consider that a fat guy dressed in red who suddenly appears to stare at Chester, is a bit disconcerting. Where did he come from? He wasn’t there before. And he just stares at me with those twinkly eyes, Mom. What’s up with that?
GREETINGS FROM FAR EASTERN OREGON
~December 8, 2018
We are enveloped in the freezing temperatures–thus far it has warmed up enough to clean up the outside potty area. Winter makes it tough. And, lest we forget–frozen tootsie rolls are not something we want to see on the Weimar lips either. (OMG) Sorry for that image but it is a winter delight–for them. (Ewe)
The Top Onion sludge haulers are coming at a steady pace and unloading their leftovers on fields closer to the river. We were watching a small herd of deer in our hay field when a truck roomed by spooking them. There were about eight deer, but the photo only captured two crossing over the tracks–bummer.
We are doing the same as last week. It is the taking care of puppies and prospective Mamas. Pampering the Weims is our thing. Oh, and as Dusty points out–even an old guy needs a lot of attention. Sometimes he gets it bedding messed up. We fix it for him.
The puppies love being outside as much as possible despite the frigid temperatures. When inside, they cannot wait to escape to the yard and run around. (Haha)
Thank you, contributors. We loved hearing from you. Each one delighted us. We hope you (our followers) found them the same. Hearing from Doc Holiday’s family after so many years, was a special treat. Nonetheless, each of these folks who took the opportunity to help us with a post is appreciated more than I can express in a few short words.
Sunday— December 2 — When In Doubt (Bella Blue)
Monday–- December 3 — Two Years Old (Smokey)
Tuesday — December 4 — Doc Holiday
Wednesday —December 5 — Mesquite
Thursday –-December 6 — Not A Weimaraner
Friday — December 7 — Questions Answered
On a very personal note
We have basketball on the mind, in our heart, and scheduled on the calendar. More of it today if everything aligns so we can attend games in Nyssa (for Nick) and Brad will play at Ontario High–their opponent is a very good Weiser team. Nick’s first game is a bit of a push at 10 AM this morning. I don’t know just yet if either of us can get there. We will if possible.
We are pulling together a few Christmas gifts. We do mostly the Grandparent’s cash thing. That is what the kids prefer. Our greatest efforts at finding a relevant gift in our price range would be futile. It is better this way. Of course, the driver’s would all love we purchase them a car. Wouldn’t that be lovely? If only! The other thing we try to do is to be there for them. Possibly that is the greatest gift of all. Don’t you agree?
Sully, the dog that dutifully served President George H.W. Bush in his final months.
Let’s have a moment of silence for the late president who left a distinguished public service legacy to the American public–and who shared his life with Sully. Sometimes you learn the most about a person when they are in need. A Service Dog, well, they keep all our secrets and love us on our worst day. Thank you, Sully.
Click Here to read the rest of the story compliments of AKC.
Heidi was banned from the White House–click here
One Year Celebrated
For his 1 year birthday, Pushkin graduated from the advanced obedience course. I was not sure it was going to happen. He was fussing while other people and their dogs were going through their paces so I decided to take him outside for a couple of minutes. Unfortunately, just before we got to the door his training collar came loose. That would not have been too bad if someone had not dropped a pork roll on the floor. He spied that, ran over and got it and took off like a bat out of Hades. He was all over the facility and would not respond to a recall as he knew he was in trouble.I finally got him to sit and did a return and grabbed him by the scruff. Jennifer (the trainer) came over and held him while I got his collar back on. We waited until all of the other dogs finished and then went through the commands. He behaved quite well.
I hope you have a happy Thanksgiving.PS: These two flowers apparently do not realize that it is November
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
~What We Don’t Want
The emergency Vet Vist probably tops our list. It is the quickest way to spoil our celebration. Nonetheless, is there a time when our attention is more divided? The snatch and grab Weimaraner could abscond with some spectacular finds. They are everywhere–the counter, the dining table, the plates, and possibly on the floor. One thing you might overlook–the rising bread dough or rolls. Bread Dough Toxicosis can prove life-threatening. Maybe a toddler is waving a turkey leg. Is that an invite? The opportunist Weimaraner will make the most of this food-driven holiday gathering.
The humans at your table–they are a significant threat to the Weimaraner. Who doesn’t want to sneak the pup a treat? But too many sneaks and the gut can become overloaded even with acceptable food. The sensitive Weim might have a bout of pancreatitis from too much fatty food. Then there are the cooked poultry bones–be sure if you throw them out it is where the Weimaraner cannot steal them.
You Might Consider
What if you made a plate for the Weimaraner that everyone could help share? This plating idea might work. Here are some excellent choices.
- Turkey — no bones
- Green beans (plain)
- Squash or Pumpkin (plain)
- Apple slices (without the seeds)
~ to mention a few
- Mashed Potatoes
- Corn on the Cob
- Nuts (pecans and Macadamia)
- Grapes and Raisins
You can bake a Weim cookie or a Weim pie that forgoes the seasonings. Eggs and pumpkin and a tiny bit of milk will bake up nicely. You could make the crust using treats. Possibly make them in a silicone cupcake pan or cupcake papers. We are not saying it cannot be a lot of fun for the Weimar too. However, no one wants the unthinkable to spoil all the fun.
Remember, it is all good and fun until the unthinkable happens!
Here’s to an excellent Thanksgiving Day Celebration for all our Weim-loving Friends!!
Roxy and Sage
~and their Non-Weim fur brother-Cooper
We got my flowerbed and the entire front and other side of the house weed blocked and river rocked. The only thing that grows well in the dry heat here seems to be petunias.
Roxy likes to stand on top of the septic cover where it is a bit warm during these cold days while she smells the air. A lady whose dog died gave us her round Costco dog bed. Sage is even venturing out of her crate to lay on it. One day she and Roxy left a bit of room and Copper joined them. Roxy and Copper play and play, loudly at times, and wear each other out. Copper still tries to jump up on me. He thinks I am his play buddy. Not the brightest bulb. He will be 2 in March. Roxy still is cheeky as ever. She will ring the potty bells then run into her crate when you open the door. Sage has proven herself to be the biggest bone hog. Roxy’s favorite hobby is to lay in the sunshine near the sliding door and watch for critters. I had to move my parsley plant which I brought in for the winter because she was munching on it.
One more thing. It was so funny. The other day, Sage sat with a bone on the dog bed. Then she barked at Copper every time he looked at her as if to warn him not to even try to take her bone. She is so funny at times. She has her bossy moments too!
We are glad to know that Sage and Roxy are still doing pretty well for you. I do always worry about River Rock. Recently I got a message about a young Weimaraner who ate several rocks. (OMG) We have known of several persons who had an issue with their Weims ingesting rocks which can lead to a life-threatening intestinal blockage. I am sure Roxy and Sage will not start eating the rocks, but it is always a concern. Your flower bed looks lovely.
Ducky came into my life on his 8 week birthday. My first Weimaraner, Ted, was a silver grey so I decided to go with a blue this time around. People often ask me how I came up with the name Ducky. I have a litany of answers: he was born in Oregon, he was #7 of 9 in his litter – so a lucky duck, he waddled a bit like a duck as a puppy, I’m Mindy Brown and there’s a famous fashion designer in NYC named Duckie Brown – but most important, I just liked the name, I found it unique and it fit him to a tee! He has nicknames like Duskster, Duck Duck, Ducky Brown, The Baby, King of the Hill, my Angel, etc. but mostly he’s just plain ole Ducky. He’s also my Hunter. That hunting lineage is definitely at the forefront of his personality. He’s always looking for something to hunt down – whether it be a fly in my kitchen or a squirrel running across my back wall. He also thinks he’s a cat as he can leap and scale a 10’ wall. He’s not so ball crazy as my last Weim, but he definitely likes to play – only problem is – he destroys all of his toys. He’s definitely an elite athlete. He loves to go to the park and play frisbee – loves to run on the beach and loves to go for rides in the car. He likes to bask in the sun and lounge after his off leash hikes in an unincorporated area of Palos Verdes. He loves to play with other dogs and is as fast as lightning – always the leader of the pack. He prefers to have a part of his body touching me and usually has a shoe, slipper or piece of my clothing tucked under his snout. He likes to sit wherever I am and often times stretches a body part on me. He’s also very loquacious – as he’s always talking to me – especially when I’m cooking in the kitchen or working on the computer. But above everything – he loves loves loves to eat! This dog has one mighty appetite and loves his fruits and vegetables.I honestly didn’t think I could ever find an equal replacement to Ted, but after 3 years and several trips to Sun Valley – I put all my faith in Shela and Cliff – and my prayers were answered. I had only two requirements: a large blue male – and sure enough, I got that and much more. Above and beyond all of his other great traits, he’s the SWEETEST and SMARTEST dog and an amazing companion!
~1st trip to Brookings OR.
Lots of smelling going on. Both she and Jack had a ball. Bella even did a great imitation of the Flying Nun! Showing my age with that old show! Hope you and Cliff are doing well! Zula Blue x Stackhouse the magnificent!
Sometimes I think these Weims have all the fun. Who wouldn’t like a trip to Brookings? Thanks for thinking of us.