~ Ace in Anticipation
Birthday Day Treats for Ace–something different for Charlie Mae
You would think he never got a treat–look at those eyes. I wonder if he counts his blessings that Charlie Mae is the one wearing Christmas Lights?!? If you didn’t know, this is her annual look! Click Here!
~Chester speaks about family life
This is my second Christmas, Mom and Dad brought home a big tree again… they dont even let me bring sticks into the house, so unfair. They keep bringing in all sorts of stuff they don’t want me to play with. It isn’t fair I’m pretty sure they should share.
Mom has all the stuff that she is wrapping in paper, weird huh. Sometimes when she isnt looking I take some of the stuff and try to run away to get her attention.
Mom got me a new sweater since I’ve gotten bigger since last year. She made me stand in front of her tree and told me to sit and stay but I didn’t really want to. One of my favorite things is to climb into mommy’s lap I can tell she is cold and needs me to warm her up. I can tell she loves it too. Merry Christmas and happy New year!
Chester (aka Winchester), thank you for writing this lovely note right amid the holiday hubbub. I guess you don’t have too much work other than keeping your Mom warm, snuggled, and entertained–and on her toes, also. The snatching of paper –Oh my gosh, I am sure she scolds you and then laughs, right?!? We love your new sweater–and that you are living the dream–other than not being allowed to chew on the tree and snatch packages.
~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!
All photos and this poem (blog) are the sole property of OwyheeStar Weimaraners–it may be reposted with appropriate links/credit. ~Shela Nielsen @ OwyheeStar Weimaraners.
~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.
~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?
?? Have You Been Naughty or Nice??
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.
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)
~ 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?
What’s a sugar plum? Can I eat it or play with it?
It 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.
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!
Greetings From Far Eastern Oregon
It’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
Cliff 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.
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
Maybe 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.