We try to have strict rules so all the furniture doesn’t get taken over by the dogs since both Jim and I are allergic to big loads of dog dander.
Our compromise is this: One ancient sofa near the front hall is all theirs. Sucia and Patos know that they can wrestle, scratch, jump on, chew toys and rough-house all they want on “their” old couch. The rule for the rest of the furniture is off-limits. The one exception is this gray couch, and by invitation only, in this picture is that it is off-limits, UNLESS it is covered with one of their fleece blankets. they can only be on it when it is covered with one of these fleece blankets, usually when one of us is on the couch and want a pup to snuggle next to us. Clearly, this was an afternoon that Sucia and Patos discovered that the fleece blankets were left on unattended…….😊
Every household has rules–spoken or unspoken. Sometimes we humans fail to keep our end of the bargain, and it is either confusing or allows bending the rules a bit. (Haha) Weims have a way of working things to their liking. We all know that. Don’t we adore them for their shrewdness — for the challenge they present? I think we can agree, we do.
Thank you, Megan, for this fabulous update. We truly appreciate it!
I can relate to these three that are so ready for bed. There are so many captions that could fit this snapshot–maybe you can comment what came to mind. That would be great.
- Let’s get this show on the road
- Find a place if you can Mama–don’t disturb us.
- Are you going to get this bed made so we can call it a day?
- We need our beauty sleep.
There is no doubt the snapshot speaks. It is a special one. Two Weims and a Kitty–both Weimaraners are Blue. One is a Longhair and the other the traditional smooth coat. Behind the obvious, there is a magical backdrop. If you don’t remember the story, or you missed it, less than two months ago Blue (the smooth coat Blue Weimaraner) joined the family. Click here to get the scoop. Things happen for a reason seems to be the appropriate mantra. What an amazing family (fur and human) to pull all this off during a busy baseball and golf season. Many thanks to Beth and all that made this fairy tale ending possible.
The traditional Weimaraner has attracted a following for many reasons. Their smooth-coat is comprised of eyelash-length hair. For those tired of the car, and home being pelted with hair that seems to slip into every crack, crevice, as well as clings to your clothing–this breed is a magnet. When we mention the longhair (sometimes referred to as the other Weimaraner), some folks react negatively. They imagine the same scenario we just described; nothing could be further from the truth. That is a blog for another day.
People new to this breed often are used to making their dog stay off the furniture. For as long as I remember there has been some form of this recent Facebook post….
To the new-to-this-breed person, they cannot imagine their resolve giving way. The a fore pictured ‘Dog Rules’ resemble most Weimaraner residence rules. Here are only a smattering of photos we have grabbed from Facebook, or been emailed. Please keep in mind, the photos belong to the photographer. We have watermarked them to protect the; however, we make no claim to ownership. Thank you for sharing these moments from your life with the Weimaraner.
Hello Pacific Northwest!
The circle of life
Oregon, here I come! My Mom and Dad felt it best we leave our beautiful sunny California (pacific ocean overlook) nest. It was the perfect world for me to grow and learn new things. We are moving to Lake Oswego, Oregon. It is about six miles south of Portland. We have visited there recently; I know where we are going, but I don’t totally know why. So, I was born in Oregon, and I return to Oregon. It is funny how life works.
I am told there are a lot of Weimaraners in the Portland area, and many are OwyheeStar Weims. Maybe I will connect with a few of you. Who can say? So, it is good-bye California, and hello Oregon.
Will the furniture be off-limits?
Here I am making the most of an opportunity to use the furniture. I am not supposed to get on the furniture, but seeing my bed perched there (when Mom was doing the floors), I capitalized on the moment.
My bed on the chair…
I thought it was a sign, and meant to be. Mom thought it was funny, and snapped these photos.