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Merry Christmas

~From Cliff and Shela

@ OwyheeStar Weimaraners

We send you greetings from our home to yours. We hope you hear happy sounds, and if not that you make a few yourself. If you need some inspiration here is a little share might be just the ticket.

First Christmas

    ~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!

Yuppers I am having my first Christmas

Breeder Comment

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?

Questions Answered

?? Have You Been Naughty or Nice??

Mesquite says, “give a minute and I will show you naughty.”
“I’ll eat this darned Santa Hat and we will be done with it.”

Lyle Writes

Mesquite is a fun dog, and we enjoy having fun with her! She is the smartest dog I have ever had. She is the only dog I have owned that doesn’t bother while your eating at the table. She lays on a rug behind my chair, when I am done eating and slide my chair back she gets up.

Breeder Comment

Honestly, this breed is the worst about surfing the counter or the table. So, you are beyond fortunate that she is not a beggar. 

The photo is fabulous even though Mesquite is not impressed that you would not let her pass on it. (Haha)


Weimar Games

~ by Shela Nielsen (12, 22. 2017) Copyright


The tree has been decked.

The packages wrapped

The ribbons have been nibbled or snatched for the track.

I am rethinking Christmas and all that comes with

Maybe next year the tree from the ceiling is it.

I ponder the ribbons and wrap.

Metal boxes and trunks will fill the bill.

Boots instead of stockings

with edibles set outside to chill.

The car trunk makes for safe keeping.

While pondering the changes,

Along came a clatter.

From the kitchen, the pie plate left the counter.

Flecks of pumpkin amidst his lips.

Back to the drawing board –I guess it is.


Meanwhile, the Weimar plots and plans.

How about a game of toss the snowball?






Christmas Puppy

What’s Up?

What’s a sugar plum?  Can I eat it or play with it?

Iimg_4059t was a cold and winter-white afternoon. Lunch being made 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.

Along the way, we had our run. We ate our supper, but of turkey there was none. We dreamed of raiding the trash cans someday. Opportunity certainly was not on its way.

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. (What?)

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 racetrack on the chase. 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.


Wendy, Roo, and

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 were having ham tomorrow??? Oh, how we love Christmas!

OwyheeStar Week Fifty 2016

Greetings From Far Eastern Oregon

tree_4057It’s looking a lot like Christmas.

It wanted to capture the giant snowflake scene that graced our Friday morning. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. By the time I finished our task at hand (which took almost two hours) the large flakes were tiny.

Snow is a thing this year, right? Facebook posts abound showing the Weimaraner in the snow. We love it. Thank you, everyone. I was trying to find the perfect photo and decided to show you our tree. No, it is not huge. It is not real. It still makes my heart happy. I managed to save a smattering of ornaments from over the years. Many remind me of my mother. God, I miss my mother–and a lot of other people too!

This Week on the Blog

Here are the week’s posts if you wish you may review or visit them today!  We hope you found them interesting and entertaining.

Sunday—  December 4 — Christmas Magic

Monday — December 5 — Dusty

Tuesday — December 6 — Willie

Wednesday — November 7 — Games

Thursday  —December 8 —Meanwhile

Friday  —December 9 — Weim Crimes

On a very personal note

slate_4061Cliff continues to work on our project. He is trying to get our pellet stove installed. He is getting close. There is more surround work–over the mantle and for that matter–the mantel. I am liking it a lot.

I have been struggling with bronchitis and not feeling well. That doesn’t make it easy for anyone. This morning Cliff let me sleep in. Typically, I bound from the bed very early and get with the program. This has been true even when I have been struggling to sleep due to coughing and whatnot. This morning when he awoke later than usual to find me sleeping he got up and took care of my firsts. God, I love this man.

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. 

December Means

Wendy, Rupert, and Santa


How cute are these three? Terri Jacobson and your Santa–you work Christmas Magic. It is just fabulous, to say the least. Click on the link to visit Terri’s Photography Facebook Page and get a treat.

Annual Christmas Photo

12244766_1270760769608103_8655584337857133904_oMaybe you are not going to opt for the professional photo shoot. You have your own family tradition that includes the Weim. Charlie Mae (above) indulges her family and poses draped in lights. This was her in 2015. This photo brings new meaning to Weim inclusion. Don’t you agree? We are not sure every Weimaraner would agree to this wrap but this lovely gal does.

Kissing Santa

A Girl Must Do What She Must

10259138_971897622858499_4710122485038049911_o“Let’s get this right Santa. The package has my name! You spell it G O L D E E –(double “e”) got it? Love you Santa. Yes, we cannot have any mistakes or misprints– the toys, cookies, and laundry are for me.” With a bun in the oven I cannot be sharing with Autzen you understand? Like they say, what is mine is mine. What is Autzen’s is also mine.

Breeder’s Comment

We want to say thank you to Terri and Santa for their work behind (and in front of ) the camera. Holly and Joe are more than great sports. We appreciate all the photos. Each one is amazing! Maybe we should say breathtaking.

Pet Photos with Terri is a must for those who live in Western Oregon. Check her out sometime!

Arliss celebrates Christmas in California

Look we have a tree too!

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