To breed Weimaraners that are a living example of the written standard with an amicable and biddable temperament.
Posted on: 2009-10-31
What a night!
I drove to Tullamarine Airport with my best friend Karen and her 9 year young twins on Wednesday evening.
All was going great guns until I missed the turn off for the airport as a result of changes to that particular intersection. And over the West Gate Bridge we all go. Poor 'Lee' the male voice on my Garmin., He seemed to be stuck on "recalculating".
We should have arrived at least 1/2 hour before Tony and Swanky landed . . . but that was not the case. Tony called to let me know he was standing at our pre-discussed place and I told him we were some what mis-placed.
We ended up going to Tullamarine Airport the scenic route by circling the outskirts of Melbourne City and arriving about 1/2 hour later.
Next nightmare was locating the Virgin Blue Frieght depot.
After doing one full circle through where I had already been to pick up Tony, we ended up going in the right direction but not before having to do an about face to park the car. I left Karen and the twins in the car while Tony and I went looking to the depot . . . we walked over to the left and asked where the depot was, to be told it was way up the other end. Of we go all the way to the right to be told it was all the way to the left.
I am just about having a seizure . . . ranting and cussing with every step, wondering how my poor little Swanky was.
The plane landed about an hour ago.
At last we were there, just needed to find someone to tell us where she was. I fully expected unbareable crying to be heard from Swanky. Not at all, she was fast a sleep in her crate when the man went over to get her. She bounced out of the crate and licked me. Of course I gave her a big cuddle then we started to walk back to the car.
Swanky was so good on the way home. She only cried for a short while then went to sleep.
She slept the whole night but woke me up early for a toilet call.
What a good baby she is.
Posted on: 2009-10-27
Swanky is 8 weeks young today
This past 8 weeks seem to have taken sooooooooooo long to get here and this coming Wednesday evening I will meet Tony and Swanky at the airport when they arrive on the 2030 flight from Queensland.
Swanky is a very special puppy for me and I can not thank Tony and Judy Glover of Feldjaeger Weimaraner enough for allowing me to be owned by Feldjaeger With Precision a.ka. Swanky.
Swanky will share my home with 3 cats; Smokey, Fonzi & Mimi, 1 Weiamaraner; Zeta and 2 humans; my mum Barbara and me of course.
Posted on: 2009-09-13
At the start of 2009 I decided to re-vamp my web site. You know; a little Spring clean and the timing couldn't have been better with the start of Spring a few dayas ago in the land of down under Australia. Many of the original content is already here; just click on the tabs up there, yeah those ones. The puppy order form has a few issues but if all else fails you can whiz an e-mail to me until the form is sorted out.
Still a fair way off being totally re-vamped but there is quite a bit already done; just a little tweeking here and there and the job is done.
Posted on: 2009-09-13
WOW! This updates stuff, editing and making changes to Britfeld Weimaraners web site is a lot of work
I have completed 49 pages and only have about 100 and something pages to go.
Once that's all done, add new pages of content I have been saving up for the 'new look' site. Oh yeah, FarCity Internet Solutions is working on a new 'Splash Page' that I am looking forward to.
Posted on: 2009-09-13
Last Friday 11th September 2009, the Britfeld "A" Gang turned 1 year young and today a few of them came for a visit. Val and George brought Dylan along, Charles and Dianne brought Buffer (formaly Buzz) along & Chris and Lee brought Tinker Bell along. We all went to Hampton Park to let the pupies have a good ol' romp and stomp. Aunty Zeta came along as did Diesel (Britfeld Young Spirit) who is the "A" Gang's paternal half brother.
It was pretty obvious, very quickly, the "A" Gang did not forget the shell pool they had so much fun in as little puppies; they found the creek and of course each and every puddle and they romped n stomped 'til they just about dropped.