Now this may seem like a no-brainer. Folks leave there dogs home alone all the time. But this is not the kind of dog you just leave home alone for extended periods of time. Once you dig in and do the research you start to see that these dogs are sensitive and you have to consider these sensitivities and needs when you decide on the particular dog that will work well for you. As fate would have it, a stay at home job and our lifestyle happens to fit perfectly with Embers needs. Perhaps even a little "too" perfectly with her "wants" for attention. We actually have to set time throughout the day where we are "separated". If you scour the internet as we have, you will find loads of stories of Weims who were aquired because of how "adorable" or "cute" they were and they quickly find themselves in a shelter or a rescue because these would-be owners had no idea what they were getting into. The dogs become difficult and develop many major issues without proper forethought and planning. We do not intend to help Ember develop any major issues besides a spunky additude and a presence in competition that is hard to match... at least we hope we will =D
We did what we could to give her a good chance in what might look like solitary confinement to most folks. We made sure she was well fed before we left, and that she had "emptied herself" as much as we felt she could. Then we played with her until she was satisfied and just a tad sleepy. Next we smeared peanut butter into the grooves of her favorite chew toy and chucked that into the crate. Ember chased it inside and the cold bars of incarceration slammed shut. ;) we joke... but shes growing rather fond of her crate... albeit slowly. Today was the least amount of protest so far.
We came home to a silent dog.
So we fed her and played with her with lots of praise. Working in some more fetching games Ember had a ball, go figure.
Then Ember suited up and went with us to the home improvement store. We had her in arm the entire time and folks couldn't help themselves. In a strange way Ember is like a car wreck, when you see her you just can't look away. The most serious man in the store with a look on his face like he was about to tackle some monumental home repair emergency would stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Ember, forgetting about his plumbing nightmare or his family in peril and spend a moment with our little Grayhart pup. This girl just has gravity. I am about to make my case to the United Nations about carrying Weimaraner pups into hostile negotiations between warring city states and nations. Moments later diplomats from both sides would have cigars, smiling faces, shaking each others hands and a Weim pup hoisted in the air.
Ember was curious and took to her doting public quite well, and then we went home. She was sporting a little black hoodie that she is just about too big for. Luckily the co-owner Linda has let us borrow a puppy coat or two for her next stage in growth. This way we can save our money for dressing her up in all sorts of tacky Christmas garb. =D
Ember knows how to make her self comfortable. Judging by the look on her face, this was apparently the best spot in the house. This is not our bed, this is downstairs in the den where we take in some TV.
Just look at her. Yesss... stare into those baby blues and find yourself transfixed and hypnotized into doing her bidding. There is no escape.
Content with her human slaves. ;)
She almost looks like an older dog right here! A glimpse into the future perhaps?
She's a ham... stuffed into the barrel of a gun that shoots cute'splosions.