Zak
My Weimaraner was a gorgeous boy, ridiculously handsome, winsome and woosome, if not a little bit dim.

He was a typical Weim, very muscular and powerfully legged. Sometimes his front legs would get carried away with themsleves with the result that rest of him didn't always stop in time. Many a jaunt in the fields ended up with the floppy-eared fool either cartwheeling (literally) down hills, great sweaty paws flapping all over, nosediving into hedges or head-butting stiles.

Anyway, so to my act of untintentional cruelty :

I'm not very good with heights, I can't walk over railway bridges without coming out in a cold sweat, but this particular day I needed something from the loft (can't remember what it was) and I needed it badly enough to put up the extending aluminium ladders and go up there - MYSELF !

Anyone who's owned a Weim will know that they are incredibly nosey dogs and need to know exactly what you are doing and how they can help/get in the way. I don't know how he did it but he quietly followed me up the ladders and suddenly I was faced with the triumphant lolling-tongued grin of my big stupid dog.

Well I could just about get myself down the ladders but there was no way could I schlep seven and a half stone of heaving Weimaraner down at the same time. I knew there was no chance of him re-negotiating the ladder rungs in a downward fashion, so what to do ? "I'll get me down first and then worry" thinks I, so I very hesitantly wobbled my way down back onto the landing (did I mention this was at the top of the very steep stairs ?)and looked up to see Zak's quizzical jowly features staring down at me from the loft hatch. He was obviously aware of the dilemma too and to give the dog his dues he did try a couple of solutions before settling on the front-paws- either-side-of-the-rungs-back-paws-on-the-rungs technique. He started inching down slowly, slowly, it was working !! Then he just stopped. "He needs encouragement from his mummy" I thought and started yelling motivational rubbish at him "come on Zak good doggy best doggy dog, oooh does he want some beefy beef good boy ? come on then boysie come to your mummy !!!" Well it certainly worked, the legs went into super-uber-mega-overdrive. If you can imagine smooth leathery paws on aluminium with 110 pounds of dog behind them you can imagine the speed with which he whizzed down those ladders, and of course the legs did.not.stop. I watched in awe as he hurtled past me and down the stairs at warp speed straight into the door at the bottom. "BWONK"

He wobbled a bit and then slowly turned to meet my horrified gaze, a single trickle of blood from his right nostril. He sat down, stood up, sat down again and went "Ummmmmm"

He was okay though and lived to top his high flying gymnastics with ever more daring feats of stupidity.

I loved that dog.
( rabbitz, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 12:43, 2 replies)

That reminds me of a cocker spaniel x border collie I once had named Zac
He looked like a very tall amd lean black cocker.
Mental as fuck, bu a genius of a dog with personallity + to boot!
He used to follow anyone up to a roof if there was a ladder present, yet every time someone (us, neighbours, tradies working on neighbours houses..) had to carry him down.
This mut used to climb up the "slippery slides" at the local parks and slide down for fun on his own accord. Not to mention that he is the only dog I and many others have seen that will climb a shrub or tree to fetch a caught stick that was thrown for him.

Complete nutter he was. I miss him so much
( Sir Pigeon Nipples Did you sit in some sugar?, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 12:56, closed)

aww
Yeah that sounds like a Weimie kind of thing to do. Bless 'im!
(Napstitch, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 17:11, closed)