Anne’s Chapter
If you’ve never loved a dog like they were a family member, then you probably want to skip over this post.
If you’ve ever had the privilege of a dog’s loyalty and affection and choose to continue reading, then you might want to grab some tissues.
The Beginning
A tiny little Weimaraner pup was born in October 2009 on a farm in Salem, Missouri. By the time her little puppy eyes were open, we had chosen her as ours and given her the name Anne (pronounced Ah-na). She lived with her mama and siblings until she was eight weeks old, and on a snowy December day, Colin and I drove four hours to pick her up and bring her home to live with us.
The same place would be her home for the next 15 years.
At just 24 years old, I knew nothing about raising a puppy, especially Weimeraners. Anne was rambunctious beyond my wildest expectations. And she was so smart. She constantly got into stuff, ate things she shouldn’t, and destroyed the house Colin and I had just bought a few months prior.
She caused a lot of turmoil in our early relationship.
