I got Blue during my freshmen year in college when he was born to Penny, my Dad's female Weimaraner. He lived with me in college and grad school. He was there when I had my first date with Jennifer and was eagerly awaiting us to return from our Honeymoon. When we first started dating, we would take car rides and Blue would sit in the backseat. When I would put my hand on Jennifer, he would create some separation with his nose and put his head under my hand, as if to say "Dad's Mine, back off!" We always knew that he was special and had a unique attachment to me. We finally learned (after plenty of destroyed property) how to manage his separation anxiety through regimented routines and schedules which he loved. He became so proficient at maneuvering his schedule that he would start lobbying for his 5pm dinner around 4 o'clock. He also loved to run with me. Back when I was training for long distance races, he would accompany me on my long training runs, often without a leash, just as happy as he could be at my side. Perhaps his most distinguishable trait was the fact that he truly believed he was a person. I taught him to retrieve balls and catch frisbees when he was younger, a practice he promptly resigned when he figured out that those were indeed just dog activities. Even more, he had to be inside (on something soft) with the family or else the world was going to end. When we moved to Fort Worth, we started taking him to the dog park where he always had a grand time, normally marking everything in site including trees, benches, other dogs, other people, pretty much anything you can imagine. He never stopped believing he was a puppy that could curl up in my lap and would literally jump at the slightest opportunity to do so. He hated water and would only swim under the most dire of circumstances. I could go on and on with stories and idiosyncrasies, but all in all, he was a great dog and my best friend for nearly 8 years.
We got Sarah about 2 years ago (read all about it here). She quickly made herself at home as part of the family. She was the perfect companion for Blue (almost the anti-Blue): she was not needy, she knew she was a dog, she liked barking and chasing squirrels and other typical dog stuff. She tended to be afraid of men but really loved and protected Jennifer, Hannah, and I. When we would go to the dog park, she was very careful to not stray too far from the family lest she get left behind. She was very smart and learned most everything we taught her very quickly. She figured out how to open the gate and come around to the front yard while I was mowing. I would just tell her to get back in the yard and she would open the gate and let herself back in. One time she even ran away but came home on her own. She was so sweet and really loved Blue (probably more than she loved us). When we would take them running or walking in the neighborhood, we would pass neighbors who would compliment us on our beautiful Weimaraner with no mention to Sarah, but she didn't mind, she was just proud to be running alongside Blue. When Hannah came home from the hospital, she was very affectionate and interested in Hannah, unlike Blue who pretended he never noticed that our family had expanded. She was such a sweet dog and she was just coming into her stride when they went missing. Here are a few pics of the dogs. If you have any memories about Blue or Sarah, we would love for you to leave a comment to remember them by.
We love you Blue and Sarah. You enriched our lives and we hope you come home soon.
