A surprise puppy pickup from Phoenix at 6:30am, hungover, on a plane. Luna the Weimaraner turned out to be the most stereotypical high-energy weim we’ve ever had — and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Saying goodbye to Merlot, our 14-year-old Weimaraner who was with me from age 22 in the military through marriage, fatherhood, and everything in between. She was legitimately special.
A decade and a half of life with Weimaraners — from a young guy in the military picking up a puppy named Merlot, through fatherhood, loss, and eventually two new goofy grays named Gadget and Luna.