My first weimaraner was Oliver who sadly died about eighteen months ago aged nine. He had a great personality full of life and energy and never grew out of being full of mischief. He loved everyone and everyone loved him always ready to play and help you whatever you were doing.
He thought he was a lapdog and could always back into the smallest space to sit his bottom on my lap. When my Mum visited from America Oliver would always go into the bedroom in the morning to help Mum eat her cornflakes I'm not sure who enjoyed it more. Bananas now that was something else you could hide one in the middle of a feild and he could go straight to it he was mad about them. I still miss him although Bailey keeps me very busy when he gives me that goofy look he reminds me of the same expression Oliver used to have.
He thought he was a lapdog and could always back into the smallest space to sit his bottom on my lap. When my Mum visited from America Oliver would always go into the bedroom in the morning to help Mum eat her cornflakes I'm not sure who enjoyed it more. Bananas now that was something else you could hide one in the middle of a feild and he could go straight to it he was mad about them. I still miss him although Bailey keeps me very busy when he gives me that goofy look he reminds me of the same expression Oliver used to have.
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