Mason

Mason is a full blooded, full spirited Weimaraner.  He gets along great with cats and other small animals as well as other dogs.  He is an attention loving pup that will steal your heart in a beat!

The Story of Mason

"Would you like another Weimaraner?" Those were the last words I expected to hear. I had taken our Weim, Lilu, to the vet for her annual vaccinations. The receptionist knew we already had two Weims, but she still asked me if we wanted a third. I brushed her question aside.

 The nurse walked past quickly to attend to a cat that was waiting in a pet carrier. Seeing Lilu, she stopped and did a double take. "Do you want another Weimaraner?" she asked me.

 "No, we've already got two - and that's aplenty for us."

 "Well, OK" she said reluctantly, as she hurried off to the yowling cat.

 We sat in a little cubicle waiting for the vet. Lilu happily sniffed the display of healthy treats.

 "Good morning, how are you this morning! Would you like another Weimaraner?" The vet breezed into the room, getting out his stethoscope to listen to Lilu's heart.

 "Not really, we already have two."

 "Well, you let us know if you change your mind."

 Exam over and in the car, I called my husband, Tommy, to let him know we were OK and on the way home, since the roads were rather icy. At the end of our conversation, as an afterthought I added "Oh, by the way, they tried to get me to take another Weim at the vet today."

 "They did?" Tommy sounded intrigued. "How much is it? Does it have papers? Is it a boy or a girl? Is it fixed?"

 "Wait, hold on, calm down. We're not getting another Weim. We can't handle another Weim."

 "Yes, but I know someone who might want one."

 "OK, I'll call the vet and find out the details."

 After calling back and forth to the vet, I found out that it was a boy, free for the taking, he was six months old, he was not fixed, and he did not have papers. I called Tommy back and told him. Minutes later he called back.

 "Dad found a home for the Weim. His sister wants him. Dad will take him to her in North Carolina."

 "OK, the vet gave me the phone number of the lady that has him. I'll call her right away."

 I called the lady and she sounded elated that we had found a home for the Weim. "You know, he was my son's dog, and my son just moved into an apartment where pets were not allowed. I'm disabled and can't take care of the dog, so I decided the best thing to do would be to have him put to sleep. I called the vet yesterday to schedule an appointment and they convinced me to wait one more day."

 I was flabbergasted. At least she could have advertised for a home for him. Someone surely would have taken a free Weimaraner.

 "What kind of food does he eat? I want to get him the same kind of food."

 "Well, actually he ran out of food yesterday morning and I wasn't going to buy him any more."

 We talked for a while and I made arrangements to go and pick him up right away, even though the roads were terribly icy.

 I drove 30 mph on the freeway for 15 miles to where the dog was. He came bounding out to meet me, an adorable bundle of energy that is Weimaraner.

 "This is Mason," she said. "He's outgrown his kennel, but I have to keep him in there because I'm disabled and can't handle him in the house."

 She gave me all of Mason's things - his bed and vitamins and kennel - which would be about the right size for a toy poodle - and I left.

 So that is how we came to acquire Mason, our first rescue Weim. He was very skittish at first and afraid of Lilu and Loki. But after a few days, he began to roughhouse with them and stick up for himself. His endurance was not as good as theirs, because of living in that kennel, so he would play with them for a while and then lie on the bed and watch, barking or growling now and then, almost like he was cheering them on.

 It was a joy to watch him fill out from being so skinny, and to gain confidence in being himself - the happy bundle of energy and love that is Weimaraner.

 We know he will be happy in his new forever home.