~ and the Weimaraner (photos of Stackhouse)
Recently, we have been discussing the Weimaraner and water. Many of you have succeeded beyond your wildest dreams. Others have doubts that you will ever see such a thing happen. Comments from some naysayers include the struggles with water in any form–the bath, the sprinkler, and for heaven’s sake that stuff that falls from the sky. It is out to get your beloved family member. Nevertheless, there are some that are Okay with a bath, and not with a pond. Some wallow in every puddle they find–the muddy ones are their favorite. Swimming has nothing do with their joyful mud bath.
We have exhorted you to get the Weimaraner water-friendly. Achieving the retrieve and working them into a pond is how we at OwyheeStar approach this process. Nonetheless, Weims may swim for many reasons.
For Example, This!
~Cal’s Luke in the Pool
Cal writes, “he loves – loves – loves the pool – he even jumps without a
Retrieve task just to be with me”.
For A Lovely Earth Day
Sunday — April 22, 2018
Earth and the Weimaraner. There is a picture. They love dirt, digging, and rolling in dirty substance–to our chagrin. Then there is this…
Cliff needs a sidekick. Shela is otherwise engaged, and therefore Stackhouse is pretty much always on the heels of Mr. Cliff. He has been patiently waiting for Cliff to complete the current round of greenhouse additions. Stackhouse is ready to go.
While He Waits
I love finding him sitting in the Gator. To be totally honest, Mr. Stack sometimes wants to escape and explore. You might not think this is a problem, but he bothers the kitties and gets into stuff. (oops)
This sweet boy is like all other Weimars–all about the relationship; but the universe surrounds him. The world as he knows it (at OwyheeStar) is complicated. Before long the time change is going to rock his routine. How will we explain that?
When projects happen, Stackhouse goes to work. He is not quite sure Cliff has it right, but he is doing as told–staying in the Gator. Since Dad is distracted it would be a great time to sneak off and check out any number of things–the bird pens, the cats, or to dig in search of a gopher.
Good Boy, Stackhouse!
~No Way! Not having it!
Dad was out of town. Mama said let’s get our act together because Christmas is coming. We need some preparation. She was others wearing the Antlers. I had a lesson to teach her about this ridiculous idea. Hover over the photo’s bottom edge, and you will see my thoughts.
Playing Stackhouse Santa
~It’s my Gig!
As you can see, I make a good Santa. One question though– is there some practice cookies? The good ones; not the junkie cheap things. I eat them too, but when I work, it requires a bit more. What about a dollop of whipped cream on top? Just saying… “Woof!”
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?
When your fingers are on a keyboard, and you get the Weimaraner’s help, it might be more of a pause. Maybe they are going to search for a broader topic. Rebel places his paw and reflects on where to go from here.
Some Help Isn’t Really Help
The other evening Stackhouse was next to me, and the iPad was being used. His paw kept typing new things, and we went places I never intended. Isn’t life exciting with the Weimaraner?