Poor Zig dude. Just found out he has Lyme disease. I can't say I'm really all that surprised considering the condition he was in the first time I had him... He's started his first round of doxy and then we'll go from there.

It's time my dogs and fosters went to work. In an effort to keep up with my obsession with fostering Weims and Zig, the GSP, I'm offering up some of my favorite photographs of the individuals that make up my current "gang." Most of the photos are marked to cost the equivalent of a bag or two of dog food. All monies made go directly to the mouths of the fosters, or to their vet bills.
Check back often for new photos and options. Don't see a photo that you've enjoyed in the past? Let me know and I'll see what I can do!

Zig, pointing a cover of Coot as they swim by...

Dear Fosterlady: 

Don't I look pathetic tied to the front of this guys truck? I really, really think it's unfair to make me wait around like this while you work the other dogs in the field. I want my birds now! The only thing I get to enjoy from here is that sweet sound of gunfire.

  If you make me do this again, I'm turning you into the dog warden.

PS- See... my new buddy Ollie gets to run around... Being taught patience sucks.

Love, Zig.

spooky.

I don't say this about many dogs, but Zig unquestionably LIVES for birds. He had a blast training this weekend and showed his enthusiasm by forgetting that he is a POINTING dog and not a "screaming, throwing yourself at the bird" dog... 

Home Visit.

Zig here. I know, I know...  the words "HOME VISIT" can mean a lot to a dog in my situation. But, the home visit wasn't for me. I did go along though! I tried to get these people to want to adopt ME instead of a greydog. They almost fell for it! The family has a kickass yard, a CAT, an apple tree, and a 4 month old GSP girl that was fun to run and play with. 

Sounds like HEAVEN, right? 

Zig goes camping and dogshowing...

Zig here. I went camping with the gang for a few days in a state called O HI O

It was fun at first...

In ONE morning we saw wild turkeys, 3 deer, lots of cats, some squirrel, and birds!

But we had to stay in this pen thing so we wouldn't wander off...

 Then we went to this place called "dog show"  I was told by some GSP people that I was a good looking boy and had a nice head. Whatever that means.

Foster sister Vera did some fancy prancing stuff and I guess she did really, really well. Something called Winners bitch and Major. I always knew she was a MAJOR BITCH, but for some reason whenever I say it, it's not as cool...

But I had fun at the dog show thing anyway...

More field photos...

And they're off!

Zig stops to check out a scent...

Nope, nothin' there anymore. Movin' on!

Critter hunting.

Zig is still learning to tell the difference between old bird scent...

and new bird scent...

Bird found! Nice back leg point Zig!

Zig is one of the most handsome shorthairs I've met.

Maybe I'm biased because I've known him awhile...

and have seen him grow from a pup...

 To a dog that is starting to understand how to use his nose and instincts...

But really, sometimes I just can't believe that a boy like this was found running an intersection and chasing cars! He's beautiful and is turning into such an outstanding companion and working dog. So hard to believe that there hasn't been any interest in adoption, either...

Zig had a blast playing at Sylvie's birthday party.

His BFF, Quinn, even stopped by for some romping and swimming.

A tired Zig is a good Zig.

Don't tell anyone, but Zig does know how to take it easy...