Welcome Football Season
What is it about this game that is so addictive? It is probably the same thing that causes us to be crazy for the Weimaraner. Addictions of this sort are different in some ways to the ones associated with alcohol and drugs. One way it differs is there are no treatment programs to help us curb the desire. Typically, this job is handled by our soulmate.
Maybe that is why we torture them with the fan-based attire. Stackhouse sported the Boise State Bronco shirt. We may expand on that, but we are easing him into the lucky-charm job. BTW-he did a good job with the juju juice today. Boise came away with a nice win. The game was exceedingly entertaining for BSU fans.
Waylon donned the Oregon Green to root for the Ducks! That game went extremely well for Duck fans too! It looks like Waylon will be wearing his jersey often.
If you have photos of your Weimar in game day attire, we would love to post a photo or two of them. If we get enough, we can create a Football Fan Page. What do you think?
~ He has never known life without Rudi
Yesterday we made the difficult decision to put Rudi down. He was 14 and his back arthritis was worsening. It was the right thing to do and one of the hardest decisions we have ever had to make. It was our turn to love unconditionally and he is now stalking rabbits with his buddies.Olli has not yet figured out the permanence of the change. He knew something was going on and that Rudi was not doing well. He wanted to snuggle with him on Rudi’s bed but Rudi was not having any of it. Re picture below is one we took several months ago in the distillery. Two very different temperaments and we love both of them dearly for their personalities and joy that they bring.Hope you and Cliff are doing well. ~Mary
PS – when we got Olli we started both dogs on Nuvet. Rudi had horrible allergies but they steadily improved over the last 2 years to the point of not needing any medication. Coincidence? I think not. We are sold on the benefits.
Eventually, something is going require us to let them go. This gut-wrenching experience is a personal one. A loss is never easy–it affects each of us differently. We process it in our way–honor them in a way significant to us. Some folks grieve for a long time and cannot entertain the thought of getting another. Others feel free to move forward. They are almost driven to find another and begin a new journey. Their take is the departing Weim would want nothing less for them.
Most of us want to extend the journey together as long as it is feasibly possible. With insurance knee replacements, hip replacements, and other major surgical procedures are within reach.
How Long Do We Have?
That is a good question. No one can guess. There simply is no guarantee you will get 14 years, or even 11. The only way to approach this risky relationship is to count every day as a special blessing.
From Our Side
If you sat where I sit you would feel what I feel. I read notes from people all the time; ………not always OwyheeStar people. In fact, these are usually not from our clients but people who are seeking and searching for other than what happened to them. They look to avoid whatever health issue took their fur baby away. I am quick to tell them that anything could happen. It scares me when we place a puppy with someone who writes me that they lost their last Weimaraner to a rare form of cancer. I secretly fear that rare cancer could strike again—even many years ago when it had never happened. Honestly, I only remember once it happened –cancer of larynx took a client’s six-year old Weimaraner. She got another from us, but it didn’t replace the first OwyheeStar in her heart.
This concern of someone having an untimely loss is only one of the many stressors in my life—I do care. I think when you adopt a rescue anything can happen. Also, when you bring home a puppy things can happen as well. The risk of loving our beloved Weimaraner is huge but worth it.
Garden Fresh Carrots
The Weimaraner loves their veggies. The fresher the better. Grandma Terri captured this photo of Maverick (a young Blue Longhair Weimaraner) Crazy for her Garden Fresh Carrots. His big sister (Goldee) is a fan too!
They can’t get enough of their carrots!! My moms have even planted each of them their own veggie half barrels. They can’t wait for things to start sprouting!
Many of you who live in Western Oregon know and love Terri Jacobson. She is Grandma extraordinaire and Holly’s Mama too! Beyond those two fabulous roles in her life, she is known to many for her pet and critter photography. She captured these photos last year during a visit to Grandma’s garden.
We hauled some sand in for our project.
Blue really loves sand I hauled in several ton and he would not leave or let me spread the sand, he stayed there nearly all day.
We do A lot Together
As you can see by the photos, Blue is getting big. My parents love him too! Oh yea, and loves the water. He is doing really well with shed, pheasant, and rabbit hunting. He spooks out the small game a retrieves them for me.
We remember you driving all the way from Southern California to pick up Blue after completing your special mechanic’s training as part of your military assignment there in Missouri. The weather was touch and go, but somehow it worked in your favor.
Goldee loves Mom’s house, there are chickens living on three of the four fence lines. She goes from one side to the next to the next and around again. Every once in a while she’ll come over to our chairs to say hello and just as quick she is off to hunt the birds at the feeders. Mav and Autzen are down the fetch business from the minute we arrive and the minute we leash them up to leave. They LOVE their Grammy’s acre.
Earlier in the day, Goldee awakes to find out today is going to be excellent.
Waking Up Sunday
~ To hear you are going to Grammy’s Acre
Like all grandchildren, Goldee, Maverick, and Autzen love Grammy’s place. Today, it is back to work and life as normal. They await the weekend like their humans.
Here are some photos from an outing to the sandbar in Hood River. The sand bar is technically a launching point for windsurfers and kiteboarders but in the colder winter/spring months, it goes to the dogs. Chloe loves romping around in the water, running back and forth between Don and me.
We haven’t had much opportunity to work on getting Chloe to swim yet but we’re hopeful that with the warmer weather we can go in the water as well and she’ll follow us in. Chloe has no reservations about trudging through creeks, ponds, and puddles, so we’re anticipating that once she’s more comfortable we can expand our retrieving exercises to the water.Hope all is well, take care!Brittany, Don, and Chloe
Who Can Say What Will Happen?
Cliff and I rescued two farm cats a couple of years ago. They have lived in the house with all the usual hoopla (and more because we have the Weimaraner). We have been reticent to turn them free thinking they would not be OK. We have quite a few farm cats. They roam the place and find shelter here and there. They mouse, but we also feed them.
Our two rescues (‘Paws’ and ‘Sylvie’) are littermates. Nevertheless, they couldn’t look more different. “Paws’ has the markings of the Siamese, and ‘Sylvia’ is a gorgeous silver-gray tiger stripe. There are other differences too! Paws had always been the more clingy and friendly of the two with Sylvia being fiercely independent.
We procrastinated when it came to moving the cats outside. We feared the worst. A Weimaraner might chase and catch them–it could be a swift end to their life. They two are not farm savvy and instead of avoiding the Weims they were totally intrigued by them. Nonetheless, with Shela’s recent prolonged health situation, the cats seemed to make her worse. That forced the issue and Cliff began making a provision for them in the equipment room allowing for an outside exit. Once they moved Cliff watched closely. ‘Paws’ disappeared and we feared the worst. ‘Sylvie’ refused to leave the equipment room initially. Then, ‘Paws’ made his appearance and began hanging out near out back entrance. Over time ‘Sylvie’ has joined him roaming the backyard. It has been amazing to watch this process unfold.
Cats and the Weimaraner
More than half of the OwyheeStar folks also have cats–some indoor cats and others live outside roaming the field or yard. The Weimaraner that joins a family with the resident cat (typically) views this as the norm. They tend to take charge of the cat as if it is their property. Nevertheless, it is wise to error on the side of caution. This idea of being careful is especially true when bringing home a rescue. Also, keep in mind that a feral cat might not make out the same as a resident cat. The Weimaraner may give chase, and it could end badly for the pursued.
And Her Porsche
enlightening. Now that Porsche’s owner/handler is mostly straightenedout, she is fulfilling her potential. She is embracing her work withenthusiasm and sports her wardrobe with aplomb.For short hikes, especially over uneven ground or hills, and stairs shedons her harness. Longer hikes and shopping call for her pack.Everyday wear is a simple vest. Pictures attached.With wishes for your good health and less snow.~JuneAnn
Greetings From Far Eastern Oregon
~ very little snow remains
The weather is pleasant. The sunshine arrived yesterday. Doesn’t that put a smile on your face? The high was a surprising 65 degrees, and today it is supposed to be close to the same. The snow that has been a topic of late is disappearing. We have a tiny spot in the puppy yard where once it nearly covered the table and chair. The large dirty piles in town are slowly leaving as well. The pristine white snow is so refreshing when it is new; however, the removal process gathers muck and debris as well as the unwanted snow. Parking lots and city streets are cleared. These piles are the last remaining evidence (other than the filling reservoirs and bank escaping rivers). Winter is breathing its last breath, and we can sincerely hope the last blizzard is but a memory and Mr. Winter has played his cards. We are so ready for spring and all it brings.
To many, the spring puppy is the ideal one. We won’t argue the pros and cons of timing here. We can only say there are many things beyond our control. Not too long ago we wrote two on the topic of availability. If you have not read the posts or want to give them a review, click on these links. ( Part One) (Part Two) Almost daily, if not several times a day, we are asked the same question or questions. Who have you mated? When do you expect pups? Can I get one from the next litter? You get the drift. We appreciate the enthusiasm. Nevertheless, these questions are impossible to answer.
The Spring Longhair Litter arrived. To the chagrin of many, there were only two smooth coat pups in the litter. The litter only produced six pups. Others are so excited that the (Sadie X Stackhouse) litter has arrived–speaking to those waiting for a Longhair puppy. Others, like us, wait for smooth coats–breath abated.
This Week on the Blog
Here are the week’s posts if you wish you may review or visit them today! This week marked eight years for the OwyheeStar Weimaraner News Blog. Without you readers, it would not be possible. What more can we say?
Sunday—March 5 — Day of Rest
Monday —March 6 — Our Lily
Tuesday —March 7 — Anniversary
Wednesday —March 8 — Recycling Made Easy
Thursday —March 9 — Parker
Friday — March 10 — Bella the Beautiful
On a very personal note
Yesterday was the best day I have had in months. I am holding my breath (not really), but you get the idea. I hope it is not a fluke or the fact that I didn’t do too much. I did plenty, but I did not push myself (as is typical) to keep up with the demand. My goal-oriented nature gets me into trouble. They say our strength is also our undoing. I fear it is so.
Cliff faces various challenges on every side. Just when he is trying to get the new floor going for the utility bath, the septic hiccuped. (OMG) That is not a topic anyone wants to contemplate. City dwellers give little thought to flushing their toilet or doing multiple loads of laundry. When you are hooked to a septic system, its health is paramount. the old farmhouse had seen moderate to any use. It is probably in shock with the daily dishwasher, the multiple laundry loads, as well as the general gray water activity.
We knew some changes were needed; however, we hoped to forego the process. It was not going to work out the way we hoped. Cliff had to dig up the timeworn gray water lines and attach them. That way our gray water is not flooding our septic. We hope this will cure the problem, but most assuredly it is a smart move. We have several options available. Nevertheless, all of them require Cliff’s time and energy–and he has the expertise thank goodness. They also take a chunk of change. He got the lines hooked up yesterday and I managed to do several loads of laundry.
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. Without you, this would be impossible.