Being owned by Weimaraners is not for the meek, it is to undertake a journey of incredible magnitude, it could even be called an odyssey of sorts. There are many conditions you must meet and accept before you can enter this relationship. For example, you must learn not to question the all night pitter-patter of feet across the floor or furniture. You must learn to ignore the banshee cries of bantering pups as they run through the night, fighting amongst each other for the best stuffed toy. You must learn to sleep through the constantly changing audience of canine bed partners as they walk over you in the night, vying for the best position and refusing to move, although you are sweating beneath the covers from all the body heat. And while learning to disregard all of the noises and movements, in between all of these unnerving events, you must manage to get enough sleep to maintain your day job, so that you can finance the numerous animals that you have added to the food chain.
After all, you are at the top of it. You are the pack leader, the lioness of the pride, the alpha, the head honcho…you not only do all these things, you must do them well. You are who they run to for encouraging words. When they are misbehaving, it is you they listen to for correction. When they are due for their annual boosters, it is you who they trust to hold them. And when the end of the day finally brings on a moment of rest, it is your lap they curl up in, or drape themselves over.
Why? Because you have the gentlest of souls that only fantastical animals are aware of on any conscious level. When faced by the veterinarian with yet another $150 bill in less than a month (or week, or day), your response is always to shrug and say “What do you do.” It’s a statement, not a question. The answer is obvious. We pay the bill and return home. We are indeed fortunate to have such a breed.
Weims are worth it all.