I've mentioned that we have two other dogs as well (also Weimaraners), so I thought I should introduce them. Kali's had enough attention lately, and our two older girls are feeling left out.
Scott got Stoli when she was just a pup, and she's now 10 years old. But she refuses to believe that she's NOT a puppy. She's been like this all her life. She's spoiled, yes ... but she's well-behaved, beautiful, and loves nothing more than to just cuddle. Her name was suggested by one of Scott's co-workers and it stuck. She has the most pitiful-looking puppy-dog eyes when she's trying to get her way - which is always. And, yeah, it works.
We got Kitty after Scott and I met, when both dogs were about 18 months or so. Kitty was raised in a family with small kids (they seemed to pump them out year after year), and that family would get a puppy or two, then get rid of them when they grew to adulthood and get a new puppy. She wasn't well-cared for; she was overweight, had some skin problems, and got no affection whatsoever. She was only allowed in the kitchen to eat and sleep in her kennel, and was punished if she even tried to set foot on the carpet. We know she's had a litter, even though we were told she hadn't (it's pretty obvious). About a year and a half ago she got very sick and we almost lost her. Luckily she recovered, and is the most incredibly grateful dog ever born. She has the run of the house but is very respectful, she sleeps on the bed when we let her (all 90 pounds of her), and her favorite thing in life is to go camping with us and be by our sides 24/7. She's amazing. Oh - her name? When I first started dating Scott, whenever we would see a big dog out and about, he'd call it "Kitty" (as in "here, kitty kitty ... "). So after trying to come up with a name for this huge dog we'd just adopted, he jokingly called her "Kitty" and she came running. She's just a big baby - but she takes care of us. Both of them are great guard dogs (a good thing in our neighborhood), and I think they're teaching Kali pretty well, too.
Next time I post about our family, I'll introduce the cat who has thumbs. Seriously.
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