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~ Finally She Claims This Bed
For 6 months no interest in a bed whatsoever. Have no idea what changed her mind but she clearly enjoys herself now. Her trust is incredibly moving.
Flo didn’t learn to love a bed–but I am going to be honest, Stackhouse (until very recently) refused to use any bed we put out for him. Weims are truly weird–if they get an idea, it can take a long time to come around to a change of mind and heart.
“Where Beautiful Friendships Begin.”
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Hope is 13 months old, and yesterday was the first time she had been to the pond since she was a pup. I don’t remember exactly, but I am reasonably sure she did the puppy swim about a year ago.
Regardless, she has not been acclimated to the water until now. Cliff took her out to the pond on Monday evening. She got into the water chest high but didn’t swim. Tuesday, a whole different thing happened. Remember when we say to ingrain the love of the retrieve. Here is why–
Before the pups arrive, the Mamas have our full attention–we work to ensure they eat well. We watch for any sign of a problem, etc. The whelp-window is typically from day 59 to day 64. The pups must be at least 59 days old to survive–although we might use extraordinary measures to save a puppy–there are limitations.
Once the pups are here, Christina and I do most of the hands-on work. We do like to involve Cliff when possible–a man’s touch is a good thing. Some pups require a lot more than others–case in point, Dink. You might remember the tiny undersized puppy which Christina took to feeding and caring for around the clock. Sometimes intervention doesn’t work–because there is something wrong. Other times such a pup starts to thrive and eventually catches up with their litter.
From Day-One, there is a lot of hands-on work. Thankfully, Christina is a skilled puppy handler-whisperer sort of helper. Recently, she whelped a pup when we had to be away from the house. She has an eye for details–watching and looking the puppies over constantly while she adjusts their collars, handles them, and works with each one. As you might imagine, this kind of process is labor-intensive–but we believe it works–is essential.
There are many stages and steps involved in the raising of the Weimaraner. We hope to have them set up for success–but once they transition to their ‘forever family,’ the work continues. No matter our efforts, it is almost as if you are starting from scratch–it is a new environment. They have to adjust and adapt, which they will do very quickly, and at the same time, the humans must take control of the leadership role, or the puppy will rule the house in short order.
More often than not, Stackhouse will be found with Cliff. But in the evenings he sometimes stays in with Mama–watching me get dinner. I guess he might also be hoping for fallout–me dropping food, or sharing something. What Weim doesn’t?
Christmas was one of those nights when he stayed at the house with me–watching me get dinner and take care of the other Weim kids. He seemed to know that someone was coming to share dinner with us–and honestly, I can never remember him being so wild about Richard–he would not stop soliciting his attention. He got scolded a few times; it did not totally deter him from going back to the business of asking for love and attention–which he got.
~ From all of us at OwyheeStar
This photo was not taken all that long ago–myself with Christina, our current puppy handler girl. She is doing such an excellent job–and seriously, she saved our life when Cliff was hospitalized.
She did things she never imagined possible–including whelping a puppy when we were gone.
There have been more photos taken and processed this year than I can count–than you can imagine. Christina took nearly every picture except for these phone snapshots.
And, she hand-raised and save Dink–the undersized pup who was getting bumped off the teat. She slept with him in a Sherpa Bag on the bed–feeding him during the night as he needed. Yesterday, when Jacob was here for lunch–he had to have Dink-time. But of course, Christina had to have her extra time and get loves, too.
We rejoice in the miracle of Christmas –and all the miracles that we get to be a part of –where beautiful friendships develop. Thank you for being a part of our lives. Merry Christmas, Weimlovers!
~From our Home to Yours
Today we want to say thank you, once again, for everyone who has taken time out of their insanely busy schedule to drop us the email update. We are positive our readers also appreciate your effort.
This blue boy is Martee–the future of OwyheeStar’s Blues. Isn’t he lovely? We adore Boone, but the reality is we save girls for the future out of him–then we cannot (or we should not) breed back to them. So–fresh blood is essential. Isn’t he just grand?
~Can I eat it or play with it?
Weimar Christmas Dream
It was a cold and winter-white afternoon. Lunch was being made, and we were whisked to a safe place today. I and like others found myself crated out of the way. There was the hustle and bustle as Mom had enlisted some extra muscle.
Boxes and crates were being taken down. Treasures unpacked all around. Cinnamon and spice and everything nice filled my senses and caused me to yearn. Groceries came earlier; I was to learn. There was pumpkin, apples, and mincemeat pies. Turkey was roasting –no great surprise. Our moans were hushed with a treat meant to suffice. The unpacking, baking, and general melee went on into the night.
From our vantage, all good things out of reach. We awaited our moment, an opportunity to streak. Big red balls on the tree were strung. Then came the paper, the ribbons, the candy, but dog treats there were none.
Soon the release and we dash for the tree. We can knock it over and strip it with glee. I’ll take the angel–you get a ribbon. We will run through the house and with the greatest of ease — what a holiday game they have prepared.
Oh, now look–they are making things more fun. What is this a paper fest? Look at the packages, bags, and ribbons. What joy we will have stripping them clean. We will get this place in order soon, but what of the tree. The tree is a bit large to drag–but oh, what a great pee-post it will make. I’m not into clothes you see, however, the tree skirt would make a perfect cape for me.
Just when we thought it could get no better–out came the gingerbread village — Yum and woof woof. Our tummies are rolling; the juices are flowing. We can’t believe it– such a great day is being planned all for our fun.
Woof, did you say we have ham for tomorrow??? We love Christmas!
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~October 5, 2019
The weather conditions–it is always a thing. The rain came, and it caught us not wanting it so much. I love a good downpour, but not so much when the alfalfa is cut and curing. We noticed that our neighbors had truckloads of onions that got caught out in the rain as well. (Shucks)
Driving between here and town, we see a lot of fieldwork–and sometimes there is an enormous dust cloud around the machinery. (Haha) Well, the rain calmed that issue. (Haha) Anyhow the fall harvest and the fieldwork continues. There are truckloads of onions here and there. Hello– first Saturday in October 2019.
Hattee’s pups continue to thrive–the weight gains are extraordinary. They are little fatties. (OMG) What else would we expect with only the four babies?
Cliff has been working on the outdoor puppy area. He made sure we have electricity to be sure we have a warm spot during cold weather–we do like to have the pups outside some in the winter. It is essential to get them acclimated to other inside conditions.
This Week On the Blog…
I am running short on blog material. If you have a story that you will let me share–I need at least three sentences and a decent photo. I prefer to receive it via email. (FYI–we only use stories that feature the OwyheeStar Weimaraner).
As always, thanks to our faithful OwyheeStar contributors–they make this all possible. (Haha) We sincerely hope our readers enjoyed these updates as much as we did, too.
Sunday— September 29 — Off the Furniture (Roxy)
Monday–-September 30— Old Friends (Asher)
Tuesday — October 1 — Wallowa Lake (Mesquite)
Wednesday — October 2 — Chester
Thursday –- October 3 — When Mom’s Down (Emmy)
Friday — October 4 — Puppy Faces
On a very personal note
Our week was somewhat a blur. I cannot say for sure why, but I know despite great effort to cling onto every moment, some got away without enough celebration.
The Garden is calling–I need to get those tomatoes picked if possible. There was a bit of frost despite the fact that they said we would not get that cold. (OMG) I will have to get out and see what things look like. I wanted to extend our garden by using plastic, but I think we are going to put the garden to bed. I still want to pot a few more things–the geraniums in particular. Of course the cyclamen is blooming profusely–hurrah!
There are pumpkins to bake and freeze, and the peppers are fermenting, but then there is my pottery. Playing in clay is excellent therapy. One that I can do while the gardening is not an option. I made a couple of wonky-type creations. We will see how they turn out.
Cliff is Cliff–helping people when he can. Fixing everything around here–and sometimes he has a considerable backlog waiting. Overall, things are going better for him, I think.