He Wants Something...

Dogs communicate with their looks. Easier than barking all the time. Mine has lasers for eyes. Typical of Weimaraners. Also, Nature imbued the breed with relatively demonstrative personalities. So, when The Dog wants something... ZAP!!!...

HE WANTS IT NOW!!! Gads.

Pensive...

The Dog is studying the traffic. Or, maybe he just likes to hear the roar? Gads.

Dog Choices...

Moses, isn't it great that you are A Dog?

And, what fantastic luck to be A Weimaraner too!

Or, did you choose to re-incarnate as one knowing... thanks to predestination or, if you will, a strong hint... that the The Short-person would give me you as a 50th Birthday Gift?

We've been together for 10 years now. You arrived early as a gift, if you'll remember. 

Anyway, tomorrow is my 59th Birthday!!! Gads.

A Superior Animal...

A Weimaraner Nose...

In case you all had forgotten how a Weimaraner nose looks like a ultra-close range...

here is your chance. God Bless it, for it works too well. B-r-e-a-d. Gads.

Studying The Local Smells...

Call Him Hop-a-long...

The Dog is schlepping along the city's sidewalks worse than ever!!! 

We had an accident. Inside the car. My tiny unsuitable-to-a-Weimaraner sports car. You see, the small & adorable  Italian vehicle was packed to the gills after our nearly week long stay in the country, leaving only the right hand seat available for A Dog. Valiantly, The Dog sought space. Normally, he sprawls all over the inside cabin... ??? ... 30 kilos plopped in the bucket seat, legs this way, head that way. Thank God, the Weimaraner tail has been clipped. It might have had to dangle out the window. Down in the foot/paw well, I had smashed to conform to the micro-space a large IKEA bag full of dirty laundry. Somehow, The Dog's right paw got tangled up in one of the IKEA strappy-things. In a moment of discomfort, The Dog leapt up in his seat... he can turn around & around & around to arrive back as he was... and, terribly, ripped what would be the nail of his right thumb into a bloody mess. My dirty laundry was now dirty AND bloody. Had to immediately stop the car, flick on the Emergency Blinkers, get out, put on my day-glo Emergency Vest... IT'S THE LAW IN THESE PARTS!!!... and attend to my injured animal!!! Assessing the damage... He'll live... we resumed our voyage home to administer antispetic sprays The Short-person & Physician had brought home. Nearly went mad with The Dog's tongue schlopping the wounded mass for an hour and a half. I lived too. And, we are now on the mends though hobbling. Gads.