Before I was born, my parents got their first Weimaraner, Duby, whom they raised and showed to his championship. Although Duby was a “show” dog, he was a beloved member of our family. In fact, my first word was not “Mommy” or “Daddy;” my first word was “Duby.” Duby was everything to me. He was a big dog and he taught me how to walk when I was a baby. I held onto his ears as I tottered around the house. I loved that dog and he loved me very much, too; he watched every move I made and did his best to keep me from harm and out of trouble. A great protector, he lived a good, long life – nearly fifteen years – and our whole family was devastated when he died.
Since Duby’s death, my parents have had three other Weimaraners. The most recent is Tyler, whom they adopted last October through the Weimaraner Rescue. (For more info, check out the Louisville Weimaraner Rescue at http://www.louisvilleweimrescue.com/ ). Tyler is such a sweet boy. Although he is 80 pounds, he thinks he is a lap dog and always wants to be close. Whenever I come home, he warmly welcomes me and one can tell that he is truly excited to see me. He freely lavishes his love on me. I never cease to be amazed at the love and loyalty of our furry friends. They are great reminders of the unconditional love of God – the God who watches us, protects us, loves us, welcomes us, and is truly excited to spend time with us. How cool is that?
Until next time, peace …
Robin & Duby after his championship in August 1972
Robin feeding Tyler a treat