“The whole time I was doing it…I knew you wouldn’t like it.”
I was recently looking on Weimaraner Rescue websites and I found some interesting information.
Winston is not original.
He is completely normally abnormal.
Evidently all the traits that I so loath and love about our dog are actually just part of the breed.
Here I thought he was something…
Here I thought he had…
Someone bred this dog and thought it would be a good trait for them to chew drywall.
Anyway, I read this statement which intrigued me. It said, “Weimaraners must have human contact or they become very destructive.”
Evidently most Weimaraners are rescued not from bad living situations or from abusive families but rather are turned in because the owners didn’t realize what a hassle they would be.
“Oh hi. I love the dog. I’m just returning him because he has eaten every shoe I own and I can’t afford it any more.”
The other evening Andrea and Joe came over with my two nephews. It was the first time we had Winston around little kids.
He did great.
Didn’t knock anyone over.
Didn’t successfully eat any toys – though he tried.
On meeting Winston Jack said, “Love him.” and gave Winston a big hug.
I know Jack. I know. I love him too.
Then later on in the evening Joey said to me as Winston blocked his view of the Incredibles, “Aunt Val, could you make you’re dog go away?”
No Joey. Trust me. I’ve tried.
Strange how a dog could make a rational human being experience such a full and opposing range of emotion.
In other parts of my world: Thought you all might enjoy this picture of little Andrew.
Not a thing.