As you told me almost a year ago, Zula loves to ride in the car. Now that the weather has been glorious in the Willamette Valley, I have taken the MG out to drive. I was taking the old dead battery out to install a new one when ZooBoo (as I nicknamed her) decided to help me. When I opened one of the car doors, in she went. She has turned out to be a wonderful addition to my family of canines. Thank you so much for two wonderful dogs.
What more can we say? Thank you for giving Zula Blue (Zoo Boo) a marvelous Golden Years Placement.
You might remember Mesquite–she has been on the blog quite frequently. She is a retired Mama who found the perfect Golden Year Placement. Lyle has been faithful to keep us apprised of their journey. Not long ago poor Mesquite had a serious accident–she is alive due to Lyle’s quick response. We cannot thank him enough for the love and all he does for her. Please read on what Lyle had to share with us last week.
Mesquite waiting for something to come her way!
A beautiful dog.
We are getting snow today!
Later in the Day
Skeet had a ball this morning out in the fresh new snow. She acted like a six-month-old pup.
She has her belly full and is fast asleep.
~this girl is learning new tricks
I just wanted to let you and Cliff know that Mesquite is getting along just fine and that she rules the roost. We took her over to Montana to my son’s place in October to hunt Pheasants. I hunted her with my son’s Labs. She finally learned to range out a little farther from me and she started finding birds on her own. She got so excited. She has learned that Pheasants live in the tall cover. Now she goes through the cover like a small tank. Every time she gets into cover she expects something will get up. Pheasants are difficult for a dog because they run so much. She will point, but the bird has moved on. That doesn’t discourage her at all, she keeps going.
She doesn’t get car sick anymore. I don’t even give her medication. She likes to go whenever she can.
I have been trying to get a picture of her in a Santa hat, but she will nothing to do with that hat on her head. If I get her picture of her I will send it to you. Otherwise, she still enjoys her morning walks. The rabbits get moved around. They just stay ahead of her. She doesn’t chase them, just kind of stocks them. I don’t think they really fear her, because she isn’t aggressive toward them. Are you guys getting ready for Christmas? Lyle
Thank you, Lyle, for updating us on Mesquite. It is so great that she is back in the field hunting after so many years. We knew she had it in her–but the opportunity was not afforded her. Unfortunately, Cliff cannot hunt as often as he would like. Yes, we are getting as ready as we can for Christmas.
Thanks for giving Mesquite the perfect Golden Years Placement.
Your Weim’s Age
~ in human years
We’ve all see the charts that convert the canine companion’s age to the equivalent in human years. Recently, the last couple of days, I received one in my Email from the Farmer’s Almanac. You would think they would have it right; however, I knew it could not be accurate because they lump all dogs into the same chart. The AKC has a chart that breaks out the age according to the breed size–anything over 50 Lbs is considered Large Breed. Without a doubt, the Farmer’s Almanac is based on a small-sized dog. Here is the chart showing how to convert your dog’s age to human years compliments of the American Kennel Club (AKC).
Time flies by so quickly. It is hard to realize they will only be with us for a decade or more if things go well. (OMG) A few Weimaraner live to see sixteen years. I believe this is due to the luck of the draw and extraordinary care. Nonetheless, sometimes things don’t go as planned. We just learned that Dusty’s brother (Cesar) passed on in 2013 due to an issue with his spleen. I have heard of this happening in other breeds (mostly with the German Shorthair Pointer), but it could happen to any dog. I am going, to be honest, I am glad I didn’t know about this before now, for I might have worried way too much. That is a silly thing to do because all the pups in a litter are unique.
We all hope for sixteen years. It is not realistic. A few will get the extraordinary gift of sharing their lives for more than 14 years. What can we say? It is hard to talk about this topic and to realize that to love eventually means to let them go when the time comes. It is beyond painful for the reasons you understand. I am hoping Dusty will be around for a while longer.
I also learned that Cesar’s Mom was able to get a female (that they call Daisy) from Dusty’s lineage from a Midwest breeder that we have worked with over the last decade. Sometimes life is kind even when things don’t go as expected.