Days of our Weims Nov. 4

Dog people have a peculiar sense of humor. On a recent trip, four dog owners, including myself, were attempting to out-gross each other with tales of canine fecal matter, mostly relating to parasites. My wonderful Minnie Mae just had a bout of tapeworms. She likes to eat rabbits and mice, the likely culprit of infestation. My story of tapes didn’t compare to the “linguine incident”. It’ll be awhile before I can look at flat noodles quite the same. You win Cindy!
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I am still trying to figure out how Heidi opened my bedroom door in the middle of the night. She was lazy about getting to bed so I left her on the couch. I woke up several hours later with the door ajar and the dog on the bed. Not only did she get the door open, she did it without waking me up. Now if she could just learn to roll over without waking me up! I thought I may have imagined this entire episode. However, Heidi liberated herself out the front door a few days later. Thankfully our entire property is fenced.
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Old dogs, especially ones suffering from an excess of character are a never ending source of blog fodder. Avery, nearly 12 years old is deaf, partly blind and tripped over herself so badly last summer she broke three toes. Of course, that was not funny, we were quite distressed. She recovered with her general good humor. We did however, note, during this period of time, her short term memory had left her. She can’t seem to remember if she’s been in or out, had her dinner or had her peanut-butter covered pain-pills. We havebeen left wondering if it is dog senility or if we are becoming suckers when we run and get her a bite of food to get her on her way, or stand by the door letting her in and out, in and out.
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On another old-dog front, Truman has honed his water drinking skills to a fine art, even into his 11th year on the planet. Weimaraner people complain about how messy their dogs are when they drink. Truman, however, refuses to put his nose into the water bowl. He hangs his nose over the far side of the bowl, rests his teeth on the metal or ceramic, and then laps water daintily from the top. The true hilarity comes from the fact his daughter Jubilee drinks from the bowl exactly the same way. It’s an odd genetic characteristic to pass along.