Cookies and Rosie
I made cookies this evening. Rosie is not supposed to be in the kitchen. Note where she is. She is just WAITING for me to go back to binge-watching West Wing so she can sneak in and eat the entire batch. Pain in the butt.
She knows I know, too. That is why she is refusing to look at me in the second picture.
I always say if you are looking for a perfect dog–and you define perfect as one who would never manipulate or trick you, keep looking. The Weimaraner is not for you. People who have other breeds imagine that you could just get after them and the behavior will stop. They don’t understand at all.
Weimlovers are those who enjoy the antics for the most part. Some actually encourage them a bit too much. To us it is laughable that they divert their eyes and make certain faces–it is human-like. They hook our heart in ways we could never imagine happening, and there is no explanation. Even we can laugh at ourselves and mostly at the Weimar antics. Rosie is great! Many of us can identify with the missing pan of cookies; the pot roast went missing, etc. Despite the fact that the Weimar is middle age, this situation doesn’t change. Obedience is relegated to the leash, the recall, and other primary disciplines.
I Spy Pizza!
The Weimaraner is the ultimate Counter-surfing wonder dog. (Oops did I say dog? Forgive the slip).
Don’t be deceived. Maverick is being very good. Many agile light-footed Weims could bound up on the counter or over the gate with ease.
This girl always amazes me…
She is not trained much, greets people at our door with a special embarrassing “sniff”. Raider has to be near someone at all times unless wanting that special something on a counter, in the pantry, or fresh water in the “right” dish. But she is super loved.
The Bug Visits our Household
Our household as been sick this week and Kim tells me this morning Raider slept in her room off and on last night but when she checked on Layne Raider was in his room on the bed watching him. He threw up and she was making sure he was good! Raider never sleeps in that room. She just knew Layne was sick and had to be near him. She loves these grand babies of ours and watches over them. ❤
with Hank on the Home-front
I was single at the time and would leave Hank at home during my work hours and always come home and spend my lunch break with him. Hank had full roam of the house during these hours and l always left the backdoor to the yard open for him as well so he could go in and out as he pleased. Hank was accustomed to this schedule and would be waiting for me at the door at lunchtime. Well one particular day I get home and he isn’t at the door ready to jump, playfully bite, and lick me to death. I of course find this weird and being to look for him, not on the couch where he usually slept, not in the backyard… at this point i start to wonder what is going on. Well I go into the bedroom to look for him and I hear the water running in the bathroom. I begin to give myself a butt chewing, how could i leave for work and leave the water running all morning, stupid of me I thought. Well as i rounded the corner to the bathroom I look and see this pitiful sight.
Hank had somehow gotten up on the bathroom counter, turned on the water for both sinks, and then was too scared to get down, see the sad/im in trouble face in the photos. I couldn’t help but snap a couple photos and then laugh about it. He reminds me more of a little person than a dog. And he is always doing something that makes me laugh. I will try to get some other photos your way. Hank wanted me to attach the 3rd photo and see if you could forward it on to any single weim ladies out there, he is really schmoozing it up for the camera.
It makes perfect sense ….
Sometimes it is not the school work that is devoured. Dog beds seem to be shredded about as often as toys.
I can attest to the fact that what hurts the most is they love to target our cherished things–our favorite shoes, the quilt we love, and just about anything that has our scent can become the choice (of the day). When the deed is done, they know guilt. Opportunity knocks, and the Weimaraner opens the door. What can we say? Do not give them opportunity–especially with something you treasure.
Deniability works, right?
They will go to great lengths to get something they want, or feel they need. The guilt-ridden look can also take the shape of denial–you cannot pin this on me. These incidents often occur after the Weimaraner has their feelings hurt; they are not exclusive to a reactive behavior. They seem to be drawn to getting into a bit of trouble. When they don’t find it in front of them, they can be very creative.
Counter-surfing is an art
They can also climb the fence, leap to the dresser top, and think of ways to get what they want. Unfortunately, some of their exploits are life-threatening. The Weim-parent must be vigilant. They are not a train-in-three-months dog; and then glide along in uneventful bliss. Nevertheless, we love them. Weim-addicts cannot account for their addiction, but they often state nothing else will do.
The Weimaraner is not the only counter surfing dog; however, it may well be the most dogged (pun-intended) surfer around. They have been known to steal food from every conceivable location, but a favorite location is the counter (seconded only by the trash can). The fare is usually better from the counter, but it doesn’t have to be. This year a Weim died from ingesting their owner’s heart medication. Weims are opportunistic by nature, and it is amazing what they can eat. If it smells like you, it is fair-game–this includes your leather shoes.
Kekoa eyes the bacon sitting by the range
The best approach is not to let it happen. That is sometimes easy to say, and in the end difficult to accomplish. Beating the Weimaraner is not an option–it would break their spirit. Other breeds might take that kind of correction and bounce back, but the Weimaraner has a sensitive spirit. So, what can a person do? First, never leave food unattended. Secondly, even when you are standing there making the kids peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, if you are distracted, the Weim may well count them self among those having a snack–and in turn, help their self to one or more sandwiches. This habit can be nearly impossible to break. So, it is best not to let it get started. Some people will have to resort to using the kennel (or crate) during food preparation, and meal time in general. There is no leaving a cake on the counter or table. You will not want to forget the bag of raisins on the counter (they can be deadly). The sponge, dishcloth, and other food-scented items are open for discussion (as well as ingestion). Some Weims have eaten a bar of soap–you don’t want to imagine the mess that leads to.
Keep Accessible Items to a Minimum
Have a system where snacks are stowed away, bread is kept in the refrigerator (or the bread box). Have lids on the trash can, or pullout bins. The old adage is it is better to be safe rather than sorry applies here.
Yesterday Jorja made an appearance on the blog — click here!
Eileen Reports–On the 19th of January 2013, we had a big party (40-50 people) to celebrate my 5 yr cancer-free milestone. The plan was to have Jorja in her kennel in the camper- away from all and noises. Well with all the out of town friends visiting, and shopping it never happened. Jorja was with us all and was SOOO GOOD!
There was one mistake, and it was my fault. Silly me–I left the ham bone too close to the edge of the counter (no issues since, but we are being careful all the same – I know it takes just 1 time… because these are Smart dogs!) Nonetheless, with all the people and food she was great! The next day our out of town friends commented that Jorja was great and it was Betsy that was naughty=my son and not listening….
Jumping Up on Visitors
I almost forgot to mention the front door- she never tried to go out. Each time the door opened, she waited. Of course, I initially held her by collar. We are still working on the proper protocol for greeting guests. We practice a lot; she waits when we’re going for a walk. During our big event, I held her, but once I let go she greeted them. She didn’t jump up on people, even though many we’re new people to her.
She is a good fit for our family!
Needless to say I am so proud of her, and her growing obedience, her desire to please, and her sweetness (she is a love and very affectionate). Thank you, love my “little” girl and she’ a good fit ( quote from the daily 5 Weim I sent you a while ago).
Breeder’s Note: Thank you for sharing your success with us. We are so thankful you could celebrate five years of being cancer-free. We wish you many more. We love hearing about Jorja’s antics, and love how she makes you laugh. Thank You!