Well, finally I have remembered my user name and password for my long abandoned Blog. Not a case of not interested in continuing but more a case of having weary Weimaraner brain !
About time I put pen to paper, or peferably finger to keyboard a bit more often as Hector is now 13 years old and Tilly 9 years (and recently diagnosed with a heart condition) so I have to be grateful for the time I have left with these two amazing dogs that have kindly shared their lives with me and given me grey hairs for the pleasure.....well they do owners look like their dogs, just a shame mine are grey!
WEIMARANER TAILS
TO OWN A WEIMARANER IS TO FEAR NOTHING AND ANTICIPATE MUCH....
IF YOU CAN AFFORD TO BREED YOU CAN AFFORD TO RESCUE
Sunday, 9 December 2012
Monday, 19 December 2011
Raining Dogs and Dogs
Guess who went down faster than the Titanic on her backside in the mud whilst walking the two evils this morning. Slid all the way down the steep path with not a lot of grace. Wet, miserable and fed up didn't even start to describe it and the resulting hissy fit didn't make me feel a lot better either.
Thing is........I'm sure I was pushed....
Thing is........I'm sure I was pushed....
Saturday, 5 November 2011
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Saturday, 3 September 2011
An Observation
I realised today that if Tilly was human that she would be the kind of person that has to turn the lights on and off seventeen times before they can go out the front door.
Hector, on the other hand is more like Ghandi, he gives everyone a second chance and believes they are worth it
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Weird Dogs - Weird Week
Bit of a strange week with the dogs. I'm thinking that maybe the weather sends them a bit loco, or maybe I just have beautiful but weird dogs
Tuesday was awful trying to walk them out of the estate on their road walk for the day. They acted like they had not been out for weeks even though they had been out for two hours free running in the morning. It took me an hour to get them walking correctly on lead. It usually takes me about two minutes to walk out of our estates so go and figure. As I sort of had lost my voice and was begging my will to live not to desert me I thought I would just do a quick spot of training in the field next to the airport. Hector just ran off as soon as the lead was unclipped and Tilly winded me by slamming me against the small fence bordering the field in a panic to go with Hector before I had unclipped her lead. I has to throw my lead at Hector to get him even to acknowledge me and I won't even tell you how many Hail Fathers I owe the almighty in the attempt to get something resembling a recall out of either of them. I gave up a bad job and took them home and did not speak to them for the rest of the night
Yesterday I let them off in one of their favourite long grass fields on the headlands on their second outing. It was very humid and rather than walk them for a way I can just let them exhaust themselves in one field and can track their position by an occasional heads up or follow the moving grass. Tilly marked two pheasants and Hector flushed them, with neither intent on catching them as it was just a play around. Tilly then went in to Dr Who K9 mode and was rigid, nothing moving except that nose of hers. I have her a good five minutes to work out where it was, the object of desire of that nose, before I went to move on. She refused to budge so I had to go and get her before Hector came slamming in resulting in me spending another five minutes trying to get him off whatever Tilly had scented. As I went to put my hand on her harness I just could NOT believe it. Beneath Tilly flushed flat to the ground was a hen partridge. My able and willing hound had been, and was continuing, to home in on what was under her with out a clue of its whereabouts. I would of give up all the lottery money in the world to have had a camera at that instance. Totally unbelievable and I wonder if anyone has ever had a dog do this before. I mean she isn't blind and has a hell of a nose on her so she just must be stupid!!
Today, their second walk on the road. Tilly spends most of her time cocking her leg instead of squatting until she is beating Hector on the lifts leg but no pee left marking. We get to the main road just short of the very busy bus stop in sight of everyone passing and Tilly decides she is going to squat this time on the bottom of the raised bank. Hector decides to go up the bank and mark over Tilly's spot except he forgets to wait until she has finished. Result is Hector pees over Tilly's head and she takes offence and a scuffle breaks out. They are firmly scruffed and separated and called a couple of first class buggers because if I wanted the hassle of having two badly behaved, spoilt brats I would of had kids............It did not go down well with the mothers waiting at the bus stop and I had no need to request "excuse me" as I passed as I think a leper would of been greeted with more enthusiasm in passing than a red faced, pissed off dog lady with two sulking dogs behind her
Only got tomorrow to go then I can get Colin to walk them :-)
Monday, 1 August 2011
A Bit of Slap and Tickle
Hector, at the age of eleven, is in his autumn years now. You might be forgiven for thinking that with age one would see a temperance of shall we say the less socially acceptable aspects of his behaviour. Whilst I no longer have the need to rugby tackle him every time he heads for an unsuspecting visiting agility judges legs (do I really have to tell you his intentions upon getting there?!) I do have to utilise the eyes in the back of the head routine, laced heavily with a dose of telepathic foresight. Even then, the old bugger still indulges in handing out lessons in humility and humiliation when least expected
There is nothing between St Ouen’s beach and the coast of the USA except the mighty Atlantic. When in a kind mood she is beautiful and gentle. When in a foul mood she is still beautiful but terrifying in her power. Huge breakers roll the full length of the beach flattening anyone showing lack of respect for her in their path. As a result, St Ouen is the main habitat of our local population of surfers. Surfers from afar as Australia and South Africa come to ride the tempest and, how can I put this, some of the nice young men are very easy on the eye even to this old bird. Of course I am not the only female around to admire the male totty, only the oldest and the one wearing the most clothes. When I see the gaggle of young girls and men trying to be coolly apathetic towards the presence of each other, the saying “youth is wasted on the young” really comes to mind. On this particular day I think Hector was of the same mind and decided show those around that this old dog still had some tricks up his collar
The ice cream van queue was rather long with people waiting their turn in little groups of gender. To abandon my intent of acquiring an ice cream for both of us due to the length of queue would have meant I would have had to run the risk of someone calling the RSPCA whilst I dragged Hector back to the van by his back legs. So we waited our turn. We were tucked in behind a little pack of four teenage (I presume teenage as so hard to tell how old they actually are these days) girls. As is the norm for attire their shorts reminded me of the big school knickers we use to hate wearing and their skirts more like the size of the belts we used to use to wear. Standing behind and just slightly to the side of these girls was three young lads trying their hardest to keep their eyes level with the ice cream van and not the golden limbs on display in front of them. Hector was loose on his lead besides me apparently disinterested in his surroundings and solely focused on trying to magic the ice cream van closer to him
I was just deciding whether to opt for a sprinkling of nuts instead of a flake when wham, one of the young girls in front of me turned round and with a south paw that would of put Mike Tyson flat on his back, landed one of the young men standing behind her right on the chops. Everyone in that queue and in the surrounding car park fell silent and I admit, even though I admired the precision of the wallop, I was, for a moment worried how the recipient would react. I mean this was a seek and destroy slap with no hint of hesitance and it made the young man take a couple of steps back and his mates jaws (along with a load of others mine included) hit the deck in surprise. You have to admire the sense of righteousness some of these young girls have and she justified her actions by stating clearly to the poor bloke “you do that again and I will floor you” Believe me, no one was doubting her intentions if he did. The poor bloke had now gathered his wits and jaw and was going very red shouting “what, what, I didn’t DO anything”. For a moment there was a bit of a standoff between the two groups and my first concern was to get my Hector out of the way should things turn nasty as I didn’t want him hurt in any melee
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