~ Lu’s Mama Tells All
Lu getting ready for her afternoon run – she prances around, can barely keep butt and two feet on the ground, total attention to her master, Steve.
We all know how Weim’s love to fart, at least the two we’ve had do. Lu will frequently fart all the way up the stairs (we were calling her “Toots” for a while! – but it also happens when she gets excited. Just now, Steve was getting her gear ready for the afternoon run, and she was dancing in circles then gave a little “toot”! Steve looked down at her and said “You’d better watch out, you’re gonna get a flat tire”!! OMG – kinda of you-had-to-have-been-there moment, but I laughed so hard I cried. Simple pleasures
Well, I admit that was quite the story–and I am positive someone else laughed and cried, too. Here is where I might mention that we have had such good luck with a specific digestive aid–Doc Roy’s® GI SYNBIOTICS. We don’t make a nickel recommending this product, but if it helps you and your Weimaraner, we are happy to pass along the information.
~ Or Not
Daisy’s parents say, “she has the best personality” I think she makes them laugh a lot — and is a good snuggle-girl. What else does the soul need?
Maybe this brings a smile to you. I know it does to me. Possibly Daisy had a bit of help to achieve the look, but who cares?!? There are a few Weimlovers that groan every time we post features the Longhair, but others celebrate the fun, the joy, and the look.
~Beautiful Thief, she is–
When ever I take a shower, I have to leave the door cracked, otherwise, she will scratch and whine, waking up the rest of the house (she gets quite loud, haha).
And EVERY single time I get out of the shower, I have a piece of clothing “gone”….yep my beautiful Weim is a “thief”. I usually find it under her, or in her mouth. She hasn’t damaged anything (yet), but if I’m missing something, all I have to do is find her (which isn’t hard) and I’ll find my clothes. Gotta love little thieves (lol).
Looking forward to our next thief!
Robin and Mark
Well, we have been friends for a long time–like so many people in our life, it was the Weimaraner that introduced us. This addiction to this crazy breed cannot be explained to everyone. It is most certainly not for everyone, either. (That being said)–we look forward to placing another with you as soon as possible. Thank you–for your loyalty, friendship, and the love of the Weimaraner.
Big Brother Blue using Stone as a pillow. Love.
Stone is working out for Big Brother Blue–the perfect pillow. If you have a couple of Weims, what more could you hope?
~ From the Tri-Cities
I wanted you to see our Sky–and to thank you, for a great Weim. ~ Guy
We appreciate knowing that Sky is doing well, and that she is much-loved. Thanks for the photo–tell Sky I am sorry she had to endure having her photo taken. (Haha)
~ At Your Service
I just can’t believe Stone has come into my life. He is so smart. Ringing the bells to go outside already! My friend came over to drill a piece of wood into the bottom of the backyard fence so Stone can’t escape and the sound freaked Stone out. He ran straight to Blue for protection. And Blue has been barking ferociously at EVERY passerby when we are outside in the backyard. I think he is protecting Stone.
This little guy is the greatest gift. I mean look at those little eyes!
Thanks for the insight into Stone’s life as well as the great story of Blue’s ownership. Not every situation is going to come together so quickly. We are happy for you, Stone, and Blue. Thanks!
~ The Weimaraner Kind
As explained by OwyheeStar’s Boone
The New Year brings thoughts of starting fresh. “Woof”
We fur folks are not a whole lot different. We put down the best-laid plans. So, I want to share my ideas for 2019 with you. Well, you might notice these are more for my human’s entertainment–or let’s say these are suggestions–the kind that accompanies a strong wag.
I like my kibble just fine–Cliff, Mama says I need more calories because I burn more than the average dude. So, I am thinking a few extra add-ins are coming for 2019. I like that high-calories topping, the NuVet, and the occasional chunk of steamed pumpkin. “Woof” I, like a lot of guys don’t need to watch my waistline unless we are talking about getting too skinny. I need a little fat right by my tail. I think it gives that hubba-hubba-look the girls like. Feel free to throw in the occasional cookie–thank you!
As you might know one of my favorite exercises is chasing the girls. I also like to run around and play with Manfred–you know, the new Longhair Stud guy. Cliff, I think we ought to include more stick-fetching work as well as a few more birds. You are getting lazy, my friend. Mama says I need some stellar photos–whatever that might be. It sounds like work to me. Let’s skip and go for walk to the sanctuary.
I must admit I have heard about the Puppuccino. Other OwyheeStar Weims rave about their parents driving through Starbucks to get a treat. Let’s add a little more pizazz into my life (relieve you of some weight of your pocket change). You could use a little more fun too. We could drive up (leaving the farm once in a while) for the occasional treat–it would not hurt you to let go of your wallet once in a while. “Woof”
I am a good boy. I don’t jump up. I don’t pull on the lead. I can sit, etc. I think I have it pretty well down–so I don’t need to brush up on my manners. Maybe we could fix you Cliff–it seems you bring the occasion clump of mud. “Woof” I should say you and Stackhouse do, and Mom doesn’t always find it endearing, so you see I have one paw up on you, dude.
While Waiting For Santa
Here I am–just kicking back, waiting for Xmas. My Mommie doesn’t like it when I lay like this, she says I have no shame. But I love sleeping like this. All I can think about is treats for Xmas.
I’m so looking forward to Santa’s Xmas cookies, cause I’m taking them before the fat guy gets here. Merry Christmas to you and Cliff
We are happy that you are well –and that you and your Mama were able to escape ahead of the Paradise area fires. The fact that your home survived is a miracle; however, we are happier to know that your Mama and you two OwyheeStar Weimar kids got to safety.
The First Snow
~ With Chloe
Chloe explores the backyard after our first real snow of the year, unfortunately, it’s been all rain since and the snow didn’t stick around for long. Snow tends to get packed in her feet creating what I call ‘toe-fur-sickles’.
We brought an 8 week old Chloe home at the end of November 2016, Soon after we had a foot or more of snow and while house training Chloe she became so accustomed to going potty in the snow that as the spring came and snow melted she would seek out the remaining patches of snow to potty on. Silly dog. We’re so excited about adding another fluffy puppy to our family soon and while there will be an adjustment phase- we think Chloe will be a great big sister for our next pup.
We are thrilled to get this lovely update. Snow–well I think most Weims prefer it to rain. (Haha) We cannot wait until you meet your new fluffy family member. Thank you, for being a loyal OwyheeStar family.
~Naughty Maizie, Or Not!
You wouldn’t believe that this little beauty, MAIZIE, age 6.5, has a penchant for paper!
You can file this in a chapter of “Weim Crimes!” Yesterday, we left the house for an hour. Maizie stayed home. Usually always on our return home, she happily greets us—smiling, chattering, nibbling, wiggling with glee. Yesterday she did not greet us. Uh oh. (She doesn’t greet us if she’s been naughty). I found her laying in her living room sofa bed—ears back and shivering! Uh oh. Major telltale guilt! We did a search of the house to find the “evidence” and came up with nothing! We assumed then that she was just “thinking” about doing something naughty—reason for her guilty behavior. That was, UNTIL…..
…..I went to make dinner! Before we left home, I had printed a new recipe, Martha Stewart’s “Bacon-Mushroom-Leek Galette.” It printed out on 3 pages. I had left it on the dining room table. It was nowhere to be found!
BUSTED! She didn’t leave a trace! I had to reprint it to make dinner! This is why we close our office door when we leave the house, can’t leave mail on the table, or leave a package in sight! This girl’s got a penchant for paper!
We cannot believe how smart this girl is, and as I replied–this is not her first paper raid you told us about. Old habits die hard. I guess the good news is it is paper—just so she doesn’t take to eating cash or important documents. (OMG)