Dear Bijoux,

Bijoux

Happy 13th birthday to my sunshine; we’ve grown up together since day one, from 1st grade to a sophomore in college. I remember the first day we met, you and your brothers and sisters–all 10 of you–chased me around a tree. From that day you’ve followed us wherever we go–LITERALLY. You run into the back of us when we abruptly stop, then look at us as if we did something wrong. Leaving you behind to go away for school was hard, but it makes coming home 10x better. I know you’re getting old, and it’s surely starting to show; but you find the energy to still get excited with us, and although you sleep a lot more, I appreciate that for ample cuddle time. I know that I will never love another dog like I’ve loved you. You’ve been my best friend for the past 13 years, and I couldn’t ask for anything better than that. I love you with all my heart bijoux, until the last day.

Breed: Weimaraner

My Dear Belue Lopez,

The love of my life is a 90lb Weimaraner named Belue. When he was little he had all the makings of a true hunting dog, fearless to the crack of guns in the marshland during duck hunting season, a true friend at a July 4th display, and of course pure comfort given freely when a storm was coming off the water.
One day suddenly this fearless wonder started to deteriorate. Our happy go lucky fella was paralyzed with fear, small noises became big problems. Watching him shake and circle the house aimlessly was heart wrenching. The worst part was he would deny any comfort you tried to give him. What could I do? How could I help him? After researching options on the Internet a decision was made… THUNDER SHIRT was to be the answer. I waited patiently by the weather channel for our local forecast, an afternoon summer thunderstorm was approaching. On went the shirt and with each passing moment I waited for the drooling, shaking and endless pacing to begin, but it didn’t. THUNDER SHIRT was successful and we found it was soothing for him to wear not only during bad storms. Now at the slightest stressful or noisy situation, out comes his armor, and since it washes so nicely it is easy to use repeatedly. THUNDER SHIRT thanks for releasing our dog from the terror and anxiety he has suffered over the past few months.

Breed: Weimaraner

Dear Hank The Big Spank,

Oh Hank. You big giant spank. I’m glad I found you at the weimaraner rescue. I saw you, I fell in love, and then left you, for you were already going to your new home – your third home. I told the rescue that IF you should come back to call me.

A month later you were back. I took you into my crazy world, I trained you for studio work in Hollywood, but you wanted no part of it. Void of any kind of emotion when on set you didn’t have what it takes to be a star on the screen – FLAT – was the word people used. Oh well, that was fine by me, you were now officially my pet. No performing. Be as “flat” as you wanna be.

Getting spanked (no, really, he loves it), pulling the dog bed out from under Tula the French bulldog and tossing her onto the floor (for fun? because you want to sleep there?), and at 8:30pm every night, getting up from a dead sleep, running to the toy basket, picking out a toy or bone and running to the bedroom with it? O-kaaay. These are a few of his favorite things.

This is your make up and I’m fine with that.

Keep going Hank. I love you man. I’ve had lots of dogs in my life, but the connection we have, words cannot explain.

And as I write this….he deftly tosses Tula off her bed.