~ Again–the Quick Snapshots
All We Can say
I am so happy to report that the pups are doing well. We are short on blog material, and I thought most of you would not mind seeing puppy faces today. No one seems to complain. (Haha) It is good-Mojo!
~And I am Neglected
Mom says there is No shame. She was sick in bed for a few days which left, me, Emmy “neglected”. This pillow (from Target, so it’s no great loss) but it bore the wrath of my boredom. ~ Emmy
Cliff and Shela are speechless. We think it was excellent that you Mama recovered quickly enough to avoid more issues.
Hunting season has started and Mom and Dad woke me up super early and we climbed up into the truck and drove to the woods. I love going to the woods, I get to run so fast because there isn’t a fence in the woods.
Mom and Dad were going so slow so I would turn around and sprint back to them but sometimes I have a hard time stopping and almost knock them over. We saw some birds and got some mushrooms to bring home. After we got done for the day we drove home but I was so tired from all the running around I had to take a nap. Can’t wait to go back soon and maybe next time we will catch something big to bring home.
Chester–you are amazing. You go on the best-ever adventures. Thank you for taking time out of your insanely busy schedule (where you take care of your Mommy and do other things, too) to drop us this note to share.
~ Cold Water, Deer, etc.
Mesquite fetching sticks in Wallowa Lake.
She kind of surprised me, she went right in the water and retrieved the sticks. The water was cold.
She ran into to her first Deer. She was on leash. They stood and looked at each other at about 20 yards. She didn’t try and get after the Deer. Which I was thankful . She isn’t hard to manage in that type of situation. She is smart, and was just interested.
We are happy that you and Mesquite have so many fun adventures. It is always fun to read about them–thanks for everything! Lyle–it might be a good idea to keep her on the Duralactin –to help prevent inflammation. With age–and colder weather the Weimaraner (like all dogs and people) is more prone to arthritic issues.
~Reuniting with Heater Vent
As the leaves dance from limb to ground, so begins the challenge of reminding Asher — the door to the backyard cannot remain open all day. Brrr, did the weather change ever so quickly with a crisp chill in the air…it appears that fall lacked a slow grace. Even Asher noticed as he snuggled with his friend the “heater vent” today.
‘Baby it’s Cold Outside!’
Winter is coming! So does the question, what to do with the energy of a WEIM when ‘Baby, it’s cold outside’?!? Any suggestions? I am open.
Oh, the joy of winter–a lot of Weimaraners love the snow. Most, however, are not wild about the rain. Stackhouse is unfazed by the moisture falling from the sky–he looks for every puddle opportunity despite the outdoor temperature. To our chagrin–the muddier the puddle, the happier might seem. Perhaps one of our readers will share a realistic idea that will be helpful.
Winter exercise is always a problem. There are options–put on rain gear, and dress how you need and get out for the usual walk is the most common solution. We have seen people using a treadmill–that is a cool idea. Ultimately, I think what we need is a big wheel that creates electricity–maybe we could keep it going 10 hours a day. Haha–free power sounds fabulous.
Dear Mom–you said I couldn’t be on the furniture, but this stool is made for sitting–so I am just going to use it to improve my vantage point.
In truth–furniture can mean tabletops, counters, and the like. Weims will use everything or anything available to them. Roxy is full of herself–and life. What more can we want from our beloved breed? There must be a squirrel, a bird, or critter out there–I know it, says Miss Roxy.
~September 28, 2019
The weather–it is always a thing. I don’t believe we are slated to get snow on the valley floor–but there are snow advisories for Idaho and Montana. The Montana thing seems concerning–it is too early for a blizzard.
Our alfalfa is cut and drying–curing. We got a little rain in the last couple of days (.006 of an inch)–more than we would like. We want it dry and warm enough to prepare the cutting for being baled. The sooner, the better–but it has to be ready. Too much moisture would be a very bad thing. So, we let the crop has the time needed and hope for good weather to get it ready to bale.
Ontario High School winning culture is struggling. Their football team just took another beating by Baker City. The school leadership is trying to build the right environment–academically and for their extracurricular activities. I love that they resurrected something from back in the day when we were in high school–the Home Coming Parade. Thanks to the Malheur Enterprise for these photos and the story.
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?
This Week On the Blog…
Thanks to our faithful OwyheeStar contributors–once again, you saved us. (Haha) We sincerely hope our readers enjoyed these updates as much as we did, too. We always welcome your emailed updates–especially those with a paragraph or two, and a photo. Thank You!
And–a special thank you to everyone who has helped us this summer!
Sunday— September 22 — Hope
Monday–-September 23— Knobby
Tuesday — September 24 — Henry
Wednesday — September 25 — At the Memory Center (with Maize)
Thursday –- September 26 — Gunner
Friday — September 27 — Sage and Roxie
On a very personal note
Our week seemed fairly uneventful, again. Maybe you read that I had a tooth extracted on Thursday–it went well, and the recovery thus far has been smooth sailing.
The Gardening Girls are missing–we didn’t hear from them. I think the gardening phase has passed. Ashley is expecting her third baby in January–it will be our first Great Grandson. We have these two lovely Great Granddaughters. We have been blessed to spend so much time together.
Meanwhile–Christina and I have been clearing out the garden. We have left a few tomato plants we plan to try to protect–to prolong the fresh tomato season. Most everything else (the zucchini, the cucumbers, the peppers, etc.) are cleaned out. I am sad to see them go–but Cliff and I use so little that we will plant less next year.
Sage is still doing fine. She isn’t always impressed with things such as me not being able to find her regular dish–and her having to eat out of a Cool whip container. This happened because I couldn’t find the dog dishes so I grabbed that for her to give her breakfast. At first she just looked at it like she wasn’t sure what to do with it but, being a Weim, she figured out there was food in it so she went ahead and ate out of it. It was funny to watch her.
In the photo at the top here she is laying on a blanket. She was being goofy and kept barking at Copper like she was daring him to try to take it away from her. She does that with her bone sometimes in her crate too. It was pretty funny.
When we had the VBS Emma and Naomi and her mom stayed at our place in their camper and Naomi found a hanky in my room and she went and covered Sage with it. It was so cute–Sage is just so extra special with little kids that’s what was really funny
Had to Happen
The dogs all three got baths because the septic backed up and the good news is that it didn’t back up into the house. Anyhow John Paul had hit one of the vent pipes with the high Grass mower and they did a temporary fix by simply putting an inverted bucket on top. (It would have been okay, but you know.) Well I noticed the dogs drinking water from around the bucket and with closer observation realized there was toilet paper in the water so the guys made quick work to get the septic fixed. I had to give three dogs baths with the boys help. They sure look funny dripping wet.
Emma (my goddaughter) who I have over quite often sits here with her buddies Roxy and Copper. Roxy and Copper like to watch out the window for the chipmunks and wild rabbits and then of course they bark and go completely insane. Of course, then they want to go outside. I know it’s kind of goofy but anyway we’ve had to really watch cuz Copper all of a sudden decided he wanted to get a good sniff. He started sneaking out the back door–something he’s never done before.
We are glad that Sage and Roxy (and your non-Weimar Black Cur–Copper) are all doing well. You have a very busy and exciting life. Thanks for all you do. We are especially thankful that you adopted Sage and Roxy–not a young puppy. You have given them the best possible situation. Thanks, again.
~Last Day of School
This picture was taken on the last day of school June 10/19. Colten (my son) and Gunner are becoming best pals. Gunner is an awesome dog.
We want to add another Weimaraner to our family (you have our updated application). We got Gunner from you about 2 years ago, but his buddy, Remi, our Labrador recently passed away. We want to give Gunner a friend.
Thank you, for loving Gunner–and coming back for a second OwyheeStar. we are dreadfully sorry to hear about your Remi.
I thought it might be time for a new Maizie story.😊 (Livee X Blue 02.28.12)
My mother is 95—almost 96. To say that Maizie adores her is an understatement! Whenever we bring my mom to our house, we have to put Maizie out in the backyard and seat Mom in a chair so that mom is in a stable place before we let Maizie in to greet her! The greeting (crying with excitement, whining, nibbling on Mom’s hands) goes on for a full 5 minutes until we tell Maizie that’s enough! Mom always says, “I wish everybody was this happy to see me!”
Last summer, we moved Mom from Independent Living to Memory Care in the same facility. On a long day of packing her former apartment, we needed to eat dinner. Mom was hungry, and so were we….and we had Maizie with us all day. (We brought Maizie’s food) Where can we go nearby where Maizie would be welcome? Jerry went down to the restaurant in the building my mother lives in. He told the Maitre d’, “We would like to eat here. It’s been a long day for us all, but we have our dog with us. Is she welcome here?” The astute Maitre d’ looked at Jerry with a gleam in her eye but in a serious tone slowly asked him this question, “Can you say she is a Service Dog?” Jerry picked up on that! He and the Maitre d’ communicated with their eyes! Jerry recited back, “Yes—I can say She is a Service Dog!”
We seated ourselves with Maizie—against a window, away from other guests in the restaurant. We kept her on a short leash. She stayed lying down….although inching herself under the table in hopes of spillage! She was a good girl. Her only faux pas was a short bark at a new couple who walked in the door! Yes, we can say: SHE IS A SERVICE DOG!
Love from Linda, Jerry, Maizie and Grandma (as Maizie knows her)
Thank you for sharing this story with us. We think you have done amazing this with this fabulous girl. Maybe we ought to mention this now, Maize shares the exact same lineage as Gabriel (our Russian Connection).