Patti Soldavini

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Waiting For The New Year

In animals, dogs, humor, pets, weimaraners on 12/31/2012 at 12:13 pm

"I'm WAITING."

“I’m WAITING.”

Yes, I’m waiting. And you know me. I won’t wait much longer. Oh look, someone dropped a piece of….

Anticipation

In animals, dogs, humor, pets, weimaraners on 12/31/2012 at 11:56 am

"NOW? NOW? NOW?"

“NOW? NOW? NOW?”

“NO YOU TINY LUNATIC, YOU CANNOT EAT ANY MORE OF YOUR GIFTS,” I admonish Olive after she slices through two or three less carefully wrapped items on the morning of Christmas Eve. The anticipation is going to kill her. No more than 30 seconds after placing Olive’s gifts at the foot of the citrus-scented tree, she made her move. As though she were leading the Calvary, she galloped over to the tree and executed a swift snatch ‘n grab. As I begin to approach, she senses that she’s been “caught,” and as I gently pry the tattered wrapping paper with the canvas chicken leg dangling from it, she gives it up. She tries this twice more during the day and I finally surrender. “OH GO AHEAD YOU CRAZY POOCH. MERRY CHRISTMAS.”

Weimaraner Musician

In animals, dogs, humor, lifestyle, pets, weimaraners on 12/31/2012 at 11:16 am

"I'm a WHAT? A DIVA?"

“I’m a WHAT? A DIVA?”

If you own, have owned or have frequent contact with a weimaraner, you’ll know what I mean by the title of this post. During the first few weeks I had Olive, I’d walk throughout the house wondering how exactly a small bird got inside…looking up at the ceilings as if they were great canvases of endless sky, sure I would spot one in mid-flight. Until I was standing in front of Olive. The source of the delicate chirping. “MY GOD OLIVE. THAT’S YOU? HOW CAN YOU SOUND LIKE A BIRD, YOUR ARCHNEMESIS?” Sure, other dogs may “nose whistle,” but only when a weimaraner does it, does it sound exactly like a bird. Last week, I received a gift from someone that Olive apparently decided was a musical instrument. A small sage-colored glazed terra cotta vase with the tiniest neck at the top. Immediately noting that this was a new addition to the room, Olive walks over to it, blows on it a few times and produces distinct whistles. This dog cracks me up. Satisfied with her impromptu musical performance, she backs away and exits the room confidently like the diva she is.

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