Sucia and Patos
I often say that if you can get through the initial phase–the pouting, the acting out, the punishing looks, etc. it gets easier. It can be easier to have two instead of one. The best way to achieve your goal is not to react to the utter disdain. Keep things on an even keel and try to be unfazed by their reaction. You can do this because soon they will be the best of friends–inseparable. They don’t love you any less either.
I do believe that two females (in this breed) are trickier than a male and a female. Typically a male will let the female be the queen bee of the castle, whereas, the first female may not back down. It is essential to get a less dominant pup or possibly the first female will allow the new kid on the block the upper paw. Something has to give. Regardless, if the humans remain calm, consistent, and non-reactive; I believe this will almost always work out without exception with a puppy. Bringing in an adult might not work at all. Certain dynamics make this tricky–sometimes impossible. There are those situations where it has worked, but my suggestion is to proceed with caution. Make sure it is going to work. Good intentions do not always make for a positive outcome. No one wants a fur-flying scenario. (OMG)
I love this example of the two girls. They get along but have a healthy sisterly interaction. They share everything and entertain each other in a way that could never happen otherwise. Sucia went from disdain to love for her sister. You did a lot right, my friend.
Our Boy, Duke
~Who Did That?!?**This turd turned 1 yesterday! We love him so much, but there is this!
He also loves chewing on ginormous logs, rocks, the siding of our house, our deck and our walls. Oh and every. single. dog bed. 🤷🤦 In the life of a Weim! ❤️**As I knew it would be, it’s been difficult to train him with us and the kids not being consistent with commands, expectations etc. But, he has really changed (better) the last couple months.
At The End of the Day
~This How It Looks
We love these folks–they are dedicated Weimlovers. Nevertheless, we would prefer everyone to avoid this kind of behavioral issue. I am so very glad they shared it though. And, they were kind enough to allow me to make a post that might help someone else avoid having this kind of situation.
I can only guess what lead to this–but the best way to avoid having this type of situation is to follow through with constant supervision at the early stages. If you are not watching them, all kinds of bad things can and do happen. Duke is not the first, nor will he be the last Weim to much on the sheetrock. The exterior siding, flower pots, carpeting, dog beds, wood posts, and just about anything they can get their lips on is a target.
The trick to avoiding it is not to let the behavior start. The crate-training is essential. It only takes a moment for the Weimaraner to get into trouble. My mantra is freedom is earned. Just remember that habits (good and bad) are quickly ingrained, and then nearly impossible to change in the concrete-thinking Weimaraner.
Also, you have to consider the separation anxiety factor. People often spend 24 X 7 with their Weimaraner puppy and think they are doing a fabulous thing. Then, they leave for an hour to run to the grocery and come home to something like this or worse. It is the same for the yard–you cannot just leave a Weimaraner home in the yard–that is unless they have become adapted to that situation. So, that brings me to the point, even once they have earned a measure of freedom, it is essential that they also learn to be somewhat flexible. It is a lot better when they learn how to adapt to schedule changes–or being left behind when necessary.
Finally, can I mentioned that Dusty, back in the day, ate a $2,000 rock. Another time it was an $ 800 rock. One required major surgery, the other not. Rocks are hard on the teeth, and if ingested, they pose a life-threatening issue. Yes, the Weimaraner is not for the weak of heart. Even people who have the best intentions can get into trouble.
Taunting the Weim
~or Nector Seeking
I thought you might enjoy the picture of Pushkin. The hummingbirds sit in the large rose bush at the end of the patio and Push can see them through the sliding glass door. He seems to think that he could catch them if I would only let him out.
I have to clean the door daily with all the dog prints on it.
We started advanced obedience class this week. Part of the class is also agility. Push loves the tunnels, the table, and the plank. Next week we shall see if he will jump through the hoop. Great dog.
BTW ZooBoo is doing well
Thank you, Marie, for the fun update on the two Weims. We are happy with all you are doing. Keep up the effort–it pays huge dividends.
~Lakes and Rivers we Swim
I wanted to send a quick follow up to your water work blog. Don’t be discouraged if your Weim prefers not to swim in the pool. Moxie Blu prefers to float in the pool rather than swim. She will swim a bit in the pool but it’s not the same as the lakes and rivers we often frequent. I remember seeing other blogs with Weims relaxing on pool floaties.
Thank you, Chrissy, for sharing these Moxie Blue Waterwork photos. Of course, we love her sitting atop the Flamingo. Who wouldn’t? Enjoying the pool, the lake, or whatever wherever you find it however you prefer is a good theme. There is no room for single-minded ideas. (Haha) Moxie shows us her classy style.
Of course, floating doesn’t expend much energy. (Haha) Regardless, what fun it is for her and her family. Thanks for the share. We truly appreciate it!
~of seeing the cuteness
Well, I must admit I never grow weary of puppy faces. I know I am not alone. While they are not mine to keep, for a day or two I care for yours.
What can they become you ask? Well, for the most part, it remains to be seen. The journey on which you embark may have twists and turns. Sometimes the desire to get everything right this time is your undoing. Well, isn’t it the truth that we overcompensate and create a new issue in all likelihood? Or so it seems.
Quirks and quandaries are a thing. You cannot go far when exploring the Weimaraner before you run across something downright silly. Their antics are celebrated. Well, these are for the most part celebrated. There are the hair-pulling crazy times I suppose. Yet we are addicted. What can I say? You know what I mean.
A New Chapter Begins
~With The New Family
In the first episode of ‘ReHomed,’ we shared about finding Rocky and Mickey a Rock-solid placement. Yes, we got a lot of interest. Nonetheless, not everyone was going to be in the best interest of the two–but we do so appreciate everyone who had the heart to want to help.
As the transition began, Kirsten was kind enough to keep us in the loop. We realize she puts in long hours, and there was the Weim-thing, but she thought about updating us frequently. We had discussed that neither Rocky nor Mickey were supposedly swimmers. Of course, both Kirsten, as well as Cliff and I hoped she could get the both of them at least in the water, if not swimming.
This Water Thing Happened
Not long after they arrived home, Rocky made himself at home in the wading pool.
What We Want
~Even When Mom Gives us the Best
This water tastes so much better from the Watering Can. Oh Yeah!
An Unsuperversized Weimaraner
There is a common saying about the unsupervised Weimaraner. We are not repeating it. Maybe the sign should say, “You didn’t Watch Me, Shame on You!” Or it might read, “Got you again, when you were not looking.” Possibly, it might even read, “Your dinner was delicious, thank you!” Of course, they would ask what we are having tomorrow. (OMG)
Can you find the Weims in the pictures?
Push loves blueberries and & helps himself on occasion. The fence keeps the deer out but not a couple of wiley Weims! ZooBoo (aka Zula Blue) has also found that blueberries are a tasty treat. She has finally settled in and understands that this is her home. She got out of the fenced area yesterday and I almost panicked to find her gone. However, I called her and she came running from the area of the blueberry patch.
Thank you for such a great “golden age” girl.Marie