Showing posts with label weimaraner puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weimaraner puppy. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Dog Park

I looked at Homie and didn't quite believe what she was saying. "Go to a dog park 3 hours away, when I have the biggest and best dog park just behind the house?!" was all I could think.


Of course, when we got there it was fun although some of the dogs didn't have the best manners but Homie says neither do I sometimes. My friends Maddie and Snorkel were there too so we made quite a little party.


Do you know the expression, "Talk to the tail", Homie knows all about it.


Friday, April 18, 2008

My confession.

My name isn't Heimi at all. I was given a name that is so...so...pretentious. When I go up to other dogs and say, 'Hi I'm Athena, want to play?', they roll over laughing. Other dogs are called Chap, Buddy, Max, Suzy or something else down to earth. My name is Athena. Named after a goddess. It sure makes life unbearable at times. That's why I tell them my name is Heimi. I have kept my dark secret for as long as I could, but at the vet the other day, Boomer from down the road was there too and heard the receptionist call out for 'Athena', and Homie and I got up to go in. You should have seen his face. His eyes went round in amused amazement before he cracked up and laughed so much that he was rolling on his back, legs in the air. It's so embarrassing but what can I do?

Bite me.

Can you believe that this is me!? Just look at that little face. No wonder my homie took me home with her. My two sisters, my brother and I were sitting under a tree near the shopping mall. My homie later told me that she had wanted a dog for the longest time but it was never the right time. I am so glad that she was totally, totally spontaneous that morning. She said that she had heard to choose the liveliest pup, but she didn't. I was asleep when she picked me up and held me in her cupped hands. That is how tiny I was. I know that here it looks as if butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, but I was a live wire from the start and a bit of a nipper. My homie didn't like that because it hurt. If I had a penny for every time I heard the words 'niet bijten', then I would be able to buy that super ball at the pet store. I have to tell you that 'niet bijten' means 'don't bite'. I don't know why Homie speaks to me in a different language but I understand her and other people now also speak to me like that. Do you know what 'grote meid" means? I will tell you about that another time.