THANKS FOR ALL YOU DO FOR WEIMS!!

This is our success story!  Being able to sit on my bed with these guys next to me.  They are such sweethearts and bring so much joy and contentment to our lives.

I have been wanting to share some pictures and say thank you for all you do at the Weimaraner Rescue. You helped Although Aztec was not your first recommendation for our family (we had twin 2 year olds at the time, now 7), you supported our choice and helped us work on some behavioral issues. Aztec is doing great and he's a much loved member of our family. He loves to run, hike, swim and plays well with other dogs at doggie daycare a few times a month. I am attaching some recent pictures of Aztec. Just thought you would appreciate a follow-up, as I am sure you wonder how things worked out for all of the Weims you help.

Today we are celebrating Valentino’s first Christmas with us, his first Christmas with a family to call his own!  When we first saw Valentino online, we knew we had to meet him.  Wade’s grandfather’s name is Valentino; we thought that was a good sign that he belonged in our family.  We were told he showed signs of aggression towards other dogs and we were worried about our little girl Weim, Chloe, but that didn’t stop us from our desire to meet Valentino or, as we had already nicknamed him, little Val.

When we met Val, it was love at first sight.  That may sound cliché but it’s true!  I kneeled down to greet him and he buried his head right in my lap.  My heart melted as I thought, how could this be the aggressive, troubled dog they told us about?  Wanting to make sure this was a good fit, we took Val and Chloe on a walk together and in typical dog fashion, they were indifferent to each other.  No signs of aggression was a good thing!  We met other dogs that day but in the end, we knew Valentino was the missing part of our family.

Valentino has done an amazing job settling in to his new home.  He does all of the mischievous things that we would expect from a four-year old Weim—stealing butter off the counter, sticking to us like Velcro as we try to get dressed, and escaping out the front door whenever somebody knocks.  In the end, none of those things matter.  Our little Val is the perfect companion and addition to fill the void that was left when our old beloved Smokey passed away (January).  It has been less than two months since Val’s adoption, but already we look at him and think, how did we get so lucky?  How did this amazing dog not find a forever home before us?  I think the answer is that he was just waiting for us to come and get him.  It’s a match made in heaven.

We adopted Chance "Gunther" on June 22nd.  He has been such a joy and truly smart with a lot of character.  Chance (re-named for second "chance") has given Jeff and I an outlet from high stress jobs.  We enjoy the outdoors and take him with us everywhere!  

He has a lot of energy (even at his approx age of 5 yrs or so).  Fascinated by bunnies and Chi

nese doves but does not like rain and no desire to swim.  

I would recommend to any couple or family that are very active to consider adopting a Weim.  He is our first one and we have not regretted it !

Sincerely,

Cathy & Jeff Whynot

PS:  First Photo was the day we brought him home.  (A little chunky around the middle)  He has leaned up considerably and a

 very happy dog!

We adopted Yaeger in December 2006, and just wanted to let you know that he is doing great! He is loved by everyone he meets, and is very outgoing and friendly - to a fault. He visited the dog park, which is one of his favorite endeavors. He is usually the greeting committee at the gate as people come in. He visited 3rd grade with my youngest daughter for her "special person" day. He was a perfect gentleman, showed off all his tricks and got a few good face licks in on the kids that got too close. He reveled in all the hugs to a point that he just laid down and let them lay on him with hugs. His tail gave away his delight. And, my daughter was quite proud!

He still has a Kleenex fetish. If there is a box anywhere within the remote chance of a stretch, it is gone. He neatly leaves the actual box unscathed. He is quite efficient at getting the treasure inside - out! Amazing.

I wanted to thank you for your efforts and enthusiasm in assisting us and finding Yaeger. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect dog at this time in my life. My oldest daughter prays nightly giving thanks that as some doors close, other open such as God giving her Yaeger. That is enough to melt a dad's heart.

I adopted Murphy last spring. Just wanted to drop a line and a few pictures to tell you that we couldn't be happier with our boy. We have had some real challenges along the way (swallowing an expensive running sock whole, chewing apart his bed, barking in the backyard) but slowly he has become more obedient and recently we have really realized just how content he has become with us, especially since we work opposite shifts now so someone is always home with him. I can't imagine what my day would be like if I couldn't see that wagging nub of his when I walk in the door, or take him for a run, or have him lay his head on my lap when we are relaxing together. Now that we know how wonderful it is to share our home with a weim, we are actually looking for a brother or sister for Murphy to share the house with. He loves to play with other dogs, but we don't take him to the dog park too often; we would love for him to have someone to play with more often.

Let me start by saying: Weimaraners are not for everyone. But for those of us who enjoy a challenge & yearn for an intelligent & unwaveringly loyal companion that is eager to please (when they are not on a scent mission), enthusiastic, fun to be around and fairly easy to maintain grooming-wise, you just can't do better than a Weimaraner.

In 1990, I saw the most gorgeous dog I had ever seen in my life. He lived several floors above me in a penthouse suite in NYC with his Vizsla companion. He was staring at my banana (lunch) and I was sure he thought it was something else. The intense focus was beautiful. He looked like a gleaming silver sculpture. I promised myself someday I would have that breed of dog.

Over the years I reflected on that regal dog. Fast-forward to 1995. I was finally in a position to have a dog with my boyfriend of 5 years. I did lots of research on the Weimaraner, and decided it was a good breed for us. Unfortunately, we couldn't find a breeder for months ( and weren't aware of breed-specific rescues back then - and no internet!). Then a friend called to point out an ad that was just placed for Weimaraner puppies! This was 12 years ago- and as luck would have it, they were very reputable breeders that had nothing to do with puppy mills. They even took him back for "hunting lessons" later. We got lucky. Now I wouldn't even consider going to a breeder when they are so many fantastic shelters & breed-specific rescues (shout out to Darci at MHWC!! haaay!) That pup came to be known as Klaus von Silber Schatzi ('Klaus of the Silver Sweethearts') and for 12 years (and many training manuals later) he was the most wonderful companion-- human or canine-- anyone could hope for when looking for a dog. I won't kid around, we did our homework, chose a compatible breed & were nothing short of militant about his training, but our reward was this utterly amazing companion. The boyfirend & I ended up splitting when Klaus was just 1 1/2, but he maintained his 'fatherhood' all through the years and was even there when my darling boy took his final breath in our little cabin in the woods. This huge, strong man with a deep, booming voice-- completely reduced to whimpering and tears at the realization of his loss.

Sooo....here I was, months and months later.... stalking the Mile High Weim Rescue website (just to look at the pretty pictures... of course). I just read over & over 'this one jumps 6 ft fences' or 'this one can't be left alone.' At that point it really sunk in how special Klaus was, and that this breed is not for wimps. I felt there couldn't be an equal. My next thought was fostering....maybe I could get that ol' feeling back. Funny, I always thought I'd try a different breed next time, or maybe a mixed-breed, then after I lost my Main Man I couldn't imagine ever having anything BUT a Weimaraner (after, of course, the blue period when you are so devastated that you swear you will never have another dog again-- ever). I loved my friends' dogs, and signed dogs out from our shelter (an awesome feature of our no-kill facility at the Aspen A nimal Shelter), but there is nothing like the feeling of coming back to your very own baby.

That's when I saw her! She was a beaut-- ean, girly, delicate and described as very affectionate, which, to be honest, with Klaus I was not used to! They are a lot of things, Weimaraners, but clingy & super affectionate ...mmmaybe not so much? I was also sort of 'set' on an older gentleman- over 5 or 6, XL. But I got in touch with Darci and found out that she was already being fostered, and that I could do the trial-basis thing. Her foster mommy was extremely picky, and I found out that in the time she fostered her, I was the only person she'd let meet her. I met her part-way and we hiked the trails. She melted into my lap. I spent the next few days saying to myself 'well, she's no Klaus' but then came to realize, she was not Klaus, but in the best possible way. She was so mindful of my commands, and went through training with Weimaraner's trademark vigor & zeal. Every day she amazes me more with her eagerness to please and her capacity for deep love & trust in me.

My friends laughed when I would tell strangers 'I'm only fostering her short-term.' They would snicker and say 'Seriously-who are you kidding? You are so into her!' We are a pair, I tell you. Till death do us part-- that's for sure. Now I just imagine how life would totally suck without her. She has helped distract me through one of the most trying times in my life. And I suppose that aside from sleeping with the occasional pinecone brought in from outside...life is pretty good.

So, really I suppose the point of this painfully long story is... who rescued whom?

Aggie (aka: Aggie-Waggie, Aggie-Bear, Aggie-Tater, Agnes, Agnes of Dog) will be two years old tomorrow-5/16/08! Aggie joined our family just before her first birthday. Shortly after that, she earned her Canine Good Citizen Award. She is so proud and really aims to please her humans. She absolutely adores her 5 year old weim step-sister, Stella. Ags really loves the fact that her sister has taught her how to drink out of the bathtub faucet and that has become her drink place of choice. She tolerates her foster brother, Clay, a 12 year old weim. She has learned to appreciate fruits and vegetables from her other sister, Judy. She is the most loving and loyal little girl. She enjoys running outside (right through the doggie-door) to bark at any passersby, animal or human. She will even jump the fence to greet face to face unless she is wearing her electric fence collar. Of course, true to her breed, she craves riding in the car, especially when going to the dog park or some big field to run wild; going on walks, swimming, chasing small prey (rabbits, squirrels, etc.) and occasionally catching mice to bring home as presents.

She will play tug forever, because she always wins, now she is finding it hard to get anyone to oppose her. She has a feminine side, too, as she enjoys sharing a bubble bath where she will bob for \ her tennis ball. Aggie has a heart as big as the whole world and a personality to match. What a blessed addition she has been to our family. She definitely has a permanent place in our hearts, not to mention on our bed, sofa, laps, etc. Aggie and her friends & siblings will enjoy homemade frosty paws made from the recipe found on the rescue website...YUMMY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AGGIE !!!

We adopted Blue in May 2008. I needed a new running buddy and my husband, having grown up with Weimars, convinced me they made wonderful pets. Because we were coming from Gunnison to Denver to meet our new potential family member, we requested to see specific dogs. Blue was not among those requested. I believe his description online included information about being adopted and returned several times. Although there were many beautiful and energetic Weims to choose from, Blue captured our attention with his good looks, smaller stature and mellow personality. Besides, he followed us around the dog park with those droopy ears and big, pleading Weim eyes. Blue is ALL Weim! After visits to the vet for a hurt paw (fence jumping repercussions), a sliced tongue (finding a recycled can with a ragged edge) and numerous adventures in counter-surfing, we all decided it was a good thing he was a lovey with a great personality. Blue started his life in our home a little aloof but now, true to the breed, he?s the ultimate Velcro dog ? he?s under the impression that he?s a petite lap dog. Once he trained me that we?d be better running partners without a leash, our runs have become companionable events for both of us. Blue has adapted to his mountain life quite nicely. He loves a good hike, loves running by the lake (the world?s largest water dish) and, I?m sure, will adapt to x-country skiing this winter. We are so glad he?s a part of our family. It?s hard to imagine life without all his snuggling, tail-wagging and antics. Thanks Mile High Weimaraner Club for finding homes for these beautiful dogs, and thanks for bringing Blue to the park visit! He?s a great addition to our home.

Best regards,
The Luekenga Family