Starvin' Marvin

Jack didn't stay with us before finding his forever home. While that's great news for him and we're so happy that he has a lovely family to care for him, we do miss him.

But! We didn't get time to be sad for too long! Poor Starvin' Marvin has been with us for almost 2 weeks. He had a really crappy beginning and start to life. When the 'owners' called the shelter, they said he was sick and needed to come get him in 24 hours or they were going to 'put a bullet in his head'. Disgusting.

When he was brought into the Louisville Weimaraner Rescue, he weighed only around 40 lbs. He was so weak he couldn't stand up or feed himself, he was put on iv nutrients.

The vet figures out that he's only around 1.5 years old.

Happy Valentine's Day From Jack!

Hooray, It's The Sun!

Today it was actually NOT painful to be outside, so I played with the dogs and watched them roll around and scratch in the back yard.

It appears as though Jack enjoys playing fetch, and catching the frisbee, but I'm guessing today his ball rolled in a pile of some dog poo, cause he would go over to it, sniff it, move it around with his paw and turn away.

It was pretty funny.

Gracee and Newman watching Jack round the corner of the garage.


Gracee and Newman in the sun


This is what it looks like when you're trying to get a hyper weim to sit still for a picture, but he really wants to jump up and give you a hug...


Here we go

Begging Dogs!

Just waiting for a little treat. (l-r) Jack, Newman, Gracee

Jack

Jack is our very first foster weim. We personally feel we couldn't have started out a more perfect way, and based on what we've heard from everyone else who's fostered weims, we're right.

We got Jack 2 weeks ago today. I drove to Edinburgh to meet Jackie with Lousville Weimaraner Rescue. (I even left 2 hours early so I could do a little shopping, but much to my dismay the outlets close at 6 pm!! What kind of silliness is that?)

He rode with me in the front seat of A's truck all the way home. Jackie mentioned he might have a touch of a cold, he snortled and sniffed all the way home.

When I got back to the house, I put him on his leash and led him through the gated back yard to sniff it out before introducing him to Newman and Gracee. He ran everywhere, peeing on everything. Then A let our terrible twosome out, it was... uneventful. Sure they bristled a bit, but after copious amounts of butt sniffing, they were chasing each other around and being all weim-y.

After 2 days, the snortling got worse (and stopped being cute). SO we made him an appt at the vet. Sure enough, poor little guy had a case off Kennel Cough, but after a dose of heavy antibiotics he was off and running. ( I won't go into the lovely dog snot rockets that we've been cleaning off the floor boards.)

Jack is incredibly laid back for a weim, he's great with the kids, not a HUGE barker, is good about his crate, potty-trained.