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Maybe this is the same philosophy that my Sage pup is following? He has dug the seed potatoes up out of my tater sack three times now. :/savingdogs said:
I guess he just wants to see what is going on with them.
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I guess he just wants to see what is going on with them.
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I do that. 
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Well my foster dog Murphy is gone or else he would have loved to assist with the official potato dig up.
We are having very phenomenal looking weather. Earlier today it was raining and I mean HARD on one end of our house, but the other end was in full sun! This went on for five minutes, and the sun was so warm out there, that there was steam rising from the roof on both sides, the sun shining on all the wet green leaves. Amazing!
Luckily, the rain did not fall upon the chick hut again! This is a very pretty place in May. We have mostly alder trees so those are not the prettiest type to make up a forest, but in May they are lovely. My pumpkins and squash outside are JUMPING up, they love this warm rain. I'm glad there is plenty of drainage the way I set up the plants. I think that may have been my problem last year, I didn't account for the deluges of rain and then wasn't home to sprinkle water when it gets warm next month.
Of course this year I'll be surprised if we get our typical hot July weather.
We are having very phenomenal looking weather. Earlier today it was raining and I mean HARD on one end of our house, but the other end was in full sun! This went on for five minutes, and the sun was so warm out there, that there was steam rising from the roof on both sides, the sun shining on all the wet green leaves. Amazing!
Luckily, the rain did not fall upon the chick hut again! This is a very pretty place in May. We have mostly alder trees so those are not the prettiest type to make up a forest, but in May they are lovely. My pumpkins and squash outside are JUMPING up, they love this warm rain. I'm glad there is plenty of drainage the way I set up the plants. I think that may have been my problem last year, I didn't account for the deluges of rain and then wasn't home to sprinkle water when it gets warm next month.
Of course this year I'll be surprised if we get our typical hot July weather.
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The Story of Thunder
Thunder was a dog that I fostered as a pup, in a litter. This was while we were fostering for the all-breed group and taking in mostly litters of puppies. In this case, we split a litter with another volunteer, and I had half, four of them, and they were yellow lab mixed with Weimeraner. Most of them were yellow like the mom, and apparently they found homes for a few that were grey like the Weim, but they gave us seven yellow ones and one brindle one, and the brindle one was Thunder. He had the shape of a weim with extra big, long ears, mostly black with distinct brindle striping and a droopy, sad expression that hid a mellow dog but true heart.
We named the litter after weather, Stormy, Windy, etc., and he was the one we gave the odd little name of Thunder. Right away, we noticed that he was a nice calm pup. Because yellow is such a popular color and brindle is not, he was one of the last ones left. But Hubby and I could tell that everyone was passing on the special one. We said we knew he was destined for big things.
I finally got an application from a family who had only had one other dog in her life, a very special dog, and it had just died. They were utterly and totally devastated. Their house was totally quiet and they wanted another dog, EXACTLY like their last dog (I forget what breed it was, to tell you the truth).
Well, we didn't have a dog like their last dog. They described calm, smart, steady, all the qualities I saw in the pup I had right at my feet, Thunder. Usually I never promoted puppies when there were adult dogs to be had, but in this case, I told them I could tell Thunder was special, would they like to meet a pup? She decided what they needed in their house was noise, it was too quiet in their house with the other dog gone, and wanted something "thundering" through the house. I think Thunder was about four or five months old by then and already big and gawky.
Well, they did meet the pup, and the rest was history. Instant love on both sides. They told me that their pup would not be allowed on the furniture, etc, and right away I started recieving photos in my e-mail inbox of Thunder on the couch, on their bed, etc. They stayed in touch beautifully and I got regular Thunder updates. The owner (the lady) and I have become friends. Thunder had every luxury known to dogdom and I got to see photos of it all. He was truly loved.
Unfortunately, Thunder did not have a long lifespan. He only lived to be about four and was struck by some weird illness (I forget what it was, something weims get) and the family was devastated. They had adopted a new dog by the dog they got up the nerve to tell me Thunder had died, but later, I saw a great dog being fostered by my boss, and suggested the dog to them, and now they own Sage, as well, a beautiful shepherd I matched them with.
And their family decided to volunteer in the world of dog rescue after that, and became a part of the dog rescue group I had been volunteering with, in honor of Thunder and Sage, and they are foster homes now and Sage and their other dog help train homeless dogs to be socialized, just like my dogs do. So Thunder did have quite an impact on the world in his four short years. We knew he was destined for big things and being an inspiration is truly an important role in life. We like to think that we matched that one especially well.
Thunder was a dog that I fostered as a pup, in a litter. This was while we were fostering for the all-breed group and taking in mostly litters of puppies. In this case, we split a litter with another volunteer, and I had half, four of them, and they were yellow lab mixed with Weimeraner. Most of them were yellow like the mom, and apparently they found homes for a few that were grey like the Weim, but they gave us seven yellow ones and one brindle one, and the brindle one was Thunder. He had the shape of a weim with extra big, long ears, mostly black with distinct brindle striping and a droopy, sad expression that hid a mellow dog but true heart.
We named the litter after weather, Stormy, Windy, etc., and he was the one we gave the odd little name of Thunder. Right away, we noticed that he was a nice calm pup. Because yellow is such a popular color and brindle is not, he was one of the last ones left. But Hubby and I could tell that everyone was passing on the special one. We said we knew he was destined for big things.
I finally got an application from a family who had only had one other dog in her life, a very special dog, and it had just died. They were utterly and totally devastated. Their house was totally quiet and they wanted another dog, EXACTLY like their last dog (I forget what breed it was, to tell you the truth).
Well, we didn't have a dog like their last dog. They described calm, smart, steady, all the qualities I saw in the pup I had right at my feet, Thunder. Usually I never promoted puppies when there were adult dogs to be had, but in this case, I told them I could tell Thunder was special, would they like to meet a pup? She decided what they needed in their house was noise, it was too quiet in their house with the other dog gone, and wanted something "thundering" through the house. I think Thunder was about four or five months old by then and already big and gawky.
Well, they did meet the pup, and the rest was history. Instant love on both sides. They told me that their pup would not be allowed on the furniture, etc, and right away I started recieving photos in my e-mail inbox of Thunder on the couch, on their bed, etc. They stayed in touch beautifully and I got regular Thunder updates. The owner (the lady) and I have become friends. Thunder had every luxury known to dogdom and I got to see photos of it all. He was truly loved.
Unfortunately, Thunder did not have a long lifespan. He only lived to be about four and was struck by some weird illness (I forget what it was, something weims get) and the family was devastated. They had adopted a new dog by the dog they got up the nerve to tell me Thunder had died, but later, I saw a great dog being fostered by my boss, and suggested the dog to them, and now they own Sage, as well, a beautiful shepherd I matched them with.
And their family decided to volunteer in the world of dog rescue after that, and became a part of the dog rescue group I had been volunteering with, in honor of Thunder and Sage, and they are foster homes now and Sage and their other dog help train homeless dogs to be socialized, just like my dogs do. So Thunder did have quite an impact on the world in his four short years. We knew he was destined for big things and being an inspiration is truly an important role in life. We like to think that we matched that one especially well.
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Awww... 
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I love you, Thunder!
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I just love your foster stories!! You should put them all together and make a book. 
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Unlike most of my other fosters, I could actually get pictures of Thunder. No one believed her that he was weim and lab. I thought it was amazing that he was brindle too. His owner and I actually suspected that he was possibly the product of a second mating with the yellow lab mom, but when he died it was of some rare but typically Weimeraner disease (not torsion) so I did think perhaps he was after all, because the mom was the lab.
The other interesting thing about that particular litter is that Thunder's mom arranged for four of those puppies from the litter to have a reunion. In my huge pile of lost photos is the one of those dogs, all grown up. It occurs to me I can replace that picture from her. The owners did not know each other at all but were all convinced weim/lab is a really good mix and the rescue group connected them all at their request.
While I NEVER advocate breeding dogs, just isn't in a rescuers heart, I do find the mix of two purebreds usually makes a really good dog. But these dogs can be found in pounds and rescues all across the globe, you don't need to breed a crossbreed yourself, just pick one up out of the trash. Easey peasey as OFG would say.
Another thing I'll say is that we have never had a full Weimeraner in rescue, that is a breed that is not overbred and there are very few in rescue. Those cross breeds are the only weim mixes even that we ever dealt with. I've always liked the breed myself and did have one when I was younger, but it died of digestive issues (typical with that breed). I've known several that got bloat or torsion as well (not mine). That is the breed that taught me what torsion was all about. ick
The other interesting thing about that particular litter is that Thunder's mom arranged for four of those puppies from the litter to have a reunion. In my huge pile of lost photos is the one of those dogs, all grown up. It occurs to me I can replace that picture from her. The owners did not know each other at all but were all convinced weim/lab is a really good mix and the rescue group connected them all at their request.
While I NEVER advocate breeding dogs, just isn't in a rescuers heart, I do find the mix of two purebreds usually makes a really good dog. But these dogs can be found in pounds and rescues all across the globe, you don't need to breed a crossbreed yourself, just pick one up out of the trash. Easey peasey as OFG would say.
Another thing I'll say is that we have never had a full Weimeraner in rescue, that is a breed that is not overbred and there are very few in rescue. Those cross breeds are the only weim mixes even that we ever dealt with. I've always liked the breed myself and did have one when I was younger, but it died of digestive issues (typical with that breed). I've known several that got bloat or torsion as well (not mine). That is the breed that taught me what torsion was all about. ick
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Well, no one may know for 100% sure what his breeding was. I guess what matters is that he was a good dog.
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We always used to kid, if a weimeraner hopped the fence, something else could have, too! He kinda looked bloodhound, like a big lean brindle bloodhound. But who ever has had a calm weim or a calm lab? Sorry, they just tend to be hyper. I'm exaggerating. The other pups were not calm like him. One belonged to a co-worker of mine and he looked and acted very much like a typical sweet but bouncy yellow lab, just leaner.
