Happy Birthday Bebe!!!!

The LONGEST minute

One minute is quite a long time. I could do many things like, sniff, sniff...sniiiffff, stalking a bird.

I open my eyes and I see another dog I could play with. I look away and I notice the sweet fragrant grass at my feet. And just my luck, no one has claimed it. I could lie down and eat a bit and roll around in it claiming it as all my own! My little patch of heaven! Ah yes that would be good!

I look up and I see mom. I could run over. I'm so sure she'd be pleased to see me. I would receive many butt scratched and ear rubs. I resist the urge at the moment as I look past mom to see woods FULL of sticks just waiting to be chewed.

Ah all the things I could do in a minute. I bet if I tried hard I could do them all. But there's one thing that I just cannot do(at least when its most important) is sit AND stay!

Especially with all these people staring and holding their breath like the world is going to end. Mom is actually looking a bit distressed.

Maybe she's worried that I've been sitting too long and might be too cramped to give her my victory leap and lick. Perhaps I'll just stand and stretch so she knows I'm okay. Yep that's what I'll do, stretchhhhhhhh and stand. See that dog down there did it, so no biggie! Oops, mom's looking even more concerned. Maybe I'll just lay down now like that dog over there. Yes, 3 tricks for the price of one. I have to get bonus points for that!

Yep, that seemed to work, the humans are heading back now...here comes mom, WAG WAG WAG!!!!Phew, that was the longest minute. So glad its over. Now I'm already laying down for the 3 minute down stay and then its playtime! Hmmm....I wonder what I could do in 3 minutes.....

The perfect place

How can one little thing cause such great joy and at the same time extreme worry? That is the question I ask myself as I wander about this house looking for the perfect place: The perfect place for my perfect chewy. You see I have no time to work on it right now so I must find a place for it. The PERFECT place. I see those pointy eared devils following me around with way too much curiosity. Their eyes are scheming something. I even see the tall two-legged ones following me with their eyes smirking. And even though they are the ones who bestowed this most precious chewy upon me, well I just don't trust them. Its way too delicious!

So where is the perfect place? Perhaps it’s under my bed. Yes that seems like a nice spot! DIG-DIG-DIG... Oh wait, those pointy-eared devils like to lounge on my bed all the time. I think they do it in an attempt to assert their power over me. To tell me that they're not afraid of me. And I'm too much of a gentleman to take the bed from them. Yes gentleman, that's it. I'm not afraid of them at all. No, not at all. Well I can't hide it there. They'd find it for sure.

Sigh... I'm off to find another place. How about this shopping bag? Its been sitting in the bedroom for awhile, collecting dust. Let me just plop it in there and....wait, it would be just my luck that they decide to throw it out. And I'd never get it back then. That can in the closet would be the lucky winner of my precious chewy. If you ask me that can is the luckiest one in the household being bestowed with yummy "trash" on a daily basis. If only I could open the door to his room. I know he'd share it with me. Ah well, best get back to business on finding the perfect place!


What about the closet? Yes! And even better it’s open. I'll just crawl in here way in the back and hide it under all these shoes my mom never wears. I'll have to move a few out of the way...DIG, DIG, DIG..... Ah, yes that's perfect. It will never be found. I'll just quietly back out of this closet and go about my business. No one will ever expect a....Oh DRAT, mom has been watching me the entire time! And she's laughing at me. Her face is turning all red and I think she's crying. Maybe she's mad I messed with all her shoes. Well I best go get my chewy.

As I come out of the closet my mom has this very concerned look on her face. She takes my chewy and says, "Come on Scout, I have the perfect place for it." She walks over to the big white box and she places it on top. Oh boy why didn't I think of that. The great white box will surely protect my most wonderful chewy. And those pointy eared devils won't be able to do a thing about it. Then my mom lets out a long sigh, laughs and then asks me, "Now are you ready to go the dog park?"
My response: "Oh boy am I! Maybe I can find my most precious stick!"

I can't believe it! They left WITHOUT me!!!!

It was a nice late summer's day when my mom and dad climbed into the car. They packed my crate and a bunch of my food and toys in there as well. That means only one thing: We're going on a trip. But I wonder where to? I'm going to settle in for the ride because these things usually take time except we didn't go very far. Instead we stopped at Diesel's house. Oh boy am I excited. We always have so much fun together.
"Let's go, let's go," my tail wags furiously. Clearly they must see that we need to hurry inside. I have some playing to do! Now why do you suppose they're taking all my stuff out of the car? Maybe Diesel is going to borrow it, or maybe we're all staying here for a bit. Oh I sure hope it's that!
Oh boy we're at the door at long last.
"Open it, open it, open it," I'm afraid I whined a bit. Oh boy ITS Diesel! Now its time to wrestle and run and obliterate ALL things stuffed!
"Diesel!" Wag, wag, sniff, sniff. "Lets play!"
"Okay, did you bring any stuffies with you?" he grins.
"You bet I did. Let's destroy the mean kitty stuffy. I keep gnawing the ears off but they magically reappear! Let finish it for GOOD!" So we each grabbed hold of mean kitty and ran ALL over the house. Up the stairs, down the stairs, around the tables, onto the couches...you get the idea.





All of the sudden I realize that mom stops my playing to give me a kiss on the head and tells me to be good. And then THEY LEFT WITHOUT ME!(whine, whine, pace, pace). Why would they do such a thing? I was having so much fun, but its only fun when they can watch!
"Diesel, open the door! I'm sure I can catch them!"
"Sorry, it's not like I haven't tried to open it before. I just can't manage the doorknob," He said.
Whine, whine, pace, pace, pace....Why is no one listening to me? They're just looking at me sadly. Can't they see this is all a mistake? I can't believe that the jerks left without me! I hope they never come back. Yeah, that's right, I mean it!






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Well, its been 10 days now since my abandonment. And I have to say things here aren't so bad. I'm not sure I want to go home to those jerks! At least here I get to sleep on the bed at night tucked between Diesels humans. Though they don't take too kindly to my stretching or my middle of the night farts that as they put it, "Is peeling the paint on the ceiling!" I get to play with Diesel all the time. We wrestle and run and destroy toys. And I get to go to the park a lot more because they live closer to it. I even get yummy CANNED FOOD!!! I hardly ever get that stuff at home. It's the perfect place, so I must be happy, right? Well I'm kind of happy! And kind of happy that they left me with friends. {Sigh}. I have everything I could possibly want, yet....


KNOCK, KNOCK!
Oh, I better snap out of it! We have company; we need to do our job:
BARK! BARK! BARK!
I wonder who it is, I'll just jump up and.....
BARK, BARK, WHINE, WHINE, BARK, HOWL, BARK, BARK, WHINE!!!!!
"Open it, open it, open it NOW! Come on, come on, come on!!!!"
They're back, they came back!
"I missed you, I didn't think you were coming back for me. But here you are and I'm SO excited!!!!" Full body wag, leap in the air and giving kisses, rubbing against legs, and mouth handshakes......
"You know this would have been so much easier if you hadTOLD me you were coming back! JEESH!" But at least I had fun!

Coming Soon: They left WITHOUT me!

Scout thought it was a fun trip to visit his friend Diesel. But when they left they forgot to bring everything back with them, INCLUDING Scout! How will Scout cope in his new surroundings? Join us next time and find out!

The Magnificient White Box

I often see my mom and dad closing thier eyes and talking. They're not talking to me or each other. Rather, it seems as though they are talking to the air. Its weird though because they act like someone is talking back, but I never see anyone. Whenever they have these conversations I tilt my head every which way because Mom says my ears could pick up radio frequencies. So I figure if I do it just right I might be able to hear whoever they are talking to. I just really want to know what the invisible person is saying because mom and dad always seem so happy and calm after thier conversations. This ear tilt thing is not working. I'll just walk over and place my head in mom's lap. "Who are you talking to" I speak with my eyes?
She opens her eyes and smiles at me. "I'm talking to God."
I tilt my head in question,"Who is God?"
Mom explains, "Well, He watches over us and takes care of us. He feeds us and He keeps us warm. He comforts us when we are tired and revives our spirit. He has the ability to give life and also to take it away. He is so many things but most importantly he Loves and Cares for us."
"But why can't I see him?"I wrinkle my forehead on this one as I just don't understand.
Mom smiles and responds, "He is everywhere! You just need to look for Him."
I wag my tail because as you know I'm good at finding things! So I just need to put my nose to it. If only I knew what God smelled like.

Well, I guess I'm going to have to think about this one! Okay the criteria is first that he watches over us. That could be any number of things. Those small animals with the pointy ears always swishing their tails under my nose. They are ALWAYS getting me in trouble. It can't be them though. They don't take care for me at all. If you ask me they're with the OTHER invisible person. You know pointy horns, long tail. Evil I tell you!

Okay lets get back on track. They also keep us warm. I know those nice heating vents are always warm in the winter. But they don't really feed us(unless you count dust bunnies...YUM!). But I don't think thats right.
Now what feeds me. Hmm, there's this nice jar on the counter that my food is in. But that's all it does. I'm certain its something that feeds both me and mom and dad.



Well, what about the big white box in the kitchen? Hmm, that could have some merit. It is certainly tall enough to watch over all of us. It takes care of us by running all the time. It definitely feeds all of us. That's where my special peanut butter is stored! Yum! It keeps me warm in the winter. I just lay down in front of the vent and it warms me! Sometimes I see mom warming her toes in front of it. It also has a very comforting hum. Sometimes it puts me to sleep. But giving and taking of life. I'm not sure it quite fits that bill. Darn, I thought I had it. Nothing really dies around here though. So how can I figure that one out? Maybe I should chew on a stuffie for a bit. That always helps. Hmmm, who shall I pick to sort this one out. Too bad monkey went away. He always helped me figure things out. Let see, I'm going to root through this bin and find someone to help me. "MONKEY!" "How on earth did you come back! The last time I saw you you were drawing your last breath as mom put you UP ON THE BIG WHITE BOX!" And now you're back. How is it possible? Wait, that's it! The final key to it all. I think God is the big white box. He is the taker and giver of life. He comforts and feeds us. He keeps us warm. Though mom said he was so much more than that. And I'm not sure the refridgerator loves me. I can never get it to open when I want it to. But just to be on the safe side the next time mom and dad start talking to God, I'm going to lay in front of the magnificient white box and utter my own prayers. Mostly pleading for the door to open and the top to come off the peanut butter jar. And maybe world peace...but definitely the thing about the peanut butter.

Coming soon: The Magnificient White Box

What is this magnificient white box that sits in my house? It holds wonderful things. Is it alive? Does it truly have the power to give and restore life. Join us later this week as Scout investigates the mysterious powers of this being in an attempt make sense of it all!

The GREAT Monkey Caper

Oh, how I love my Monkey! He is my good friend. Together we make the most beautiful and soothing sounds. He makes me so happy and calm that I sometimes fall asleep. I love him! He is always there when I wake up and ready to play again. I think I'll just close my eyes for a bit and....














But this time when I woke up Monkey was missing. "Oh Monkey, come back!" "Oh Monkey where are you?" You see he is most faithful and has never done this before. Did I offend him? Did he get bored? Or worse....was he monkey-napped? Oh the possibilities are endless and frightening. I must report this to the authorities immediately! They'll know what to do. "Mom, please help! You see monkey is missing....mom...Mom....MOM!!!!!" She's not doing a thing! She's just standing there with this silly smile on her face. Doesn't she know how serious this is? It's not a laughing matter! Monkey must be so scared! I'll get dad to help me! "Dad, Dad....DAD!!!!! " Sheesh what does a weim have to do to get some attention around here. Dad seems busy watching that blinking box and "doing his taxes!" That's what he told me anyway, whatever taxes are. He seems stressed. If only I could find my monkey I know I could sooth him with the beautiful music we make!


Well I guess I'm on my own. I will not rest until I find him! I will search far and wide! Now, let's try and sniff this one out! "Monkey! I'm coming" "Oh monkey, where are you!" "monkey....Monkey.....MONKEY!" Ok, now I'm getting a little annoyed! Where is that blasted monkey? I swear that I can smell him, but I cannot see him! I've got a sneaky suspicion that he's playing a mean trick on me! "Monkey, if you know what's good for you, you better surrender yourself!" "Monkey, I'm serious, you just wait until I find you! You are going to be so sorry!"







This doesn't seem to be working. I'd better think this one through! Now where do monkeys like to hide? Especially ones who are sneaky? Hmmm...WAIT! I know! I was watching the blinking box once and monkeys were playing in the trees! They like high places! I just need to sniff and look up! "Haahaa, I'm coming for you monkey!" Lets see...sniff...sniff...."I'm getting closer monkey. You always did smell yucky!" Sniff....sniff....sniffsniffsniff!!!! "Aha! I found you, you bad sneaky monkey!" "Now mom, make that Monkey come down here. He needs to be punished! Monkeys are most certainly not allowed in chandeliers!" Why is mom just standing there laughing? Why doesn't she do anything? I surely would think she wouldn't want a smelly monkey hanging from the chandelier! I won't even bother with dad, he seems angry at taxes. I guess I'll have to do this myself! "Now monkey, if you come down here now I won't punish you!" "Did you just laugh at me?" Oh that Monkey is going to pay! I guess you should never try to reason with a Monkey. "I will, run and leap up and grab you!" It's so high though. I will run RUN RUUUNNNN and leap! Erg! You bad monkey! One last try run Run RUUNNN and LEAP!

"Aha, I've got you monkey! And now for your punishment: TOTAL and UTTER destuffification!"

Next weeks story: The GREAT monkey caper

"Beloved Monkey has dissappeared. The police(humans) seem unconcerned. What's a weim to do? Join us next week as we watch Scout take matters into his own paws."

Entering the world of weims

Well, hi there world. My name is Scout and I'm a 20 month old weimaraner. However old that is??? Mom says I'm old enough to know better, but I'm still her baby. Dad just says I'm old enough to know better. I figured I'd tell my story of how I came into this world and how I came to be where I am.

I was born on May 14, 2004 to a wonderful family. My dad's a champion. He's handsome and strong, sweet and smart. My mom is beautiful and loving, enthusiastic and silly. I'm a pretty good mix of both of them. I have 2 weim brothers named Roman and Shea and 2 weim sisters named Katie and Lola.

I don't know very much about them since I live so far away from the rest of them. But mom tells me thier stories when she hears about them from my breeder mommy. Perhaps I will share them with you someday. But for now I need to tell you about my humans and how I chose them.

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It was sunny and beautiful day in June as our suv cruised down I90. We were anxious to reach our destination where 5 warm soft gray puppies awaited our introduction. We were certainly not disappointed. All the puppies were wonderful. Even at 6 weeks of age, they each had thier own little personalities. We were in heaven as we held each one of them. We knew we wanted a boy, but there were 3. So how do you choose??? We watched them interact. Roman and Shea were wrestling and tumbling and attacking. Scout sat to the side and watched this going on.

He wasn't left out of the playing, rather he was plotting! Planning for the exact moment when neither boy was expecting him. He pounced and he knocked both of them down(despite his smaller size). We liked that he seemed more reserved than the others, think before you act! Little did we know that that would create a challenge for us to stay one step ahead of him!

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So now you know why they think they chose me. I will tell you the real reason. I'm gorgeous and charming with just a dash of silliness. Who could resist the complete package! They left that day and I knew that when I was old enough that I would be traveling in mom's lap all the way home to begin a new life! My story has just begun!