Weimaraners have been part of my life for as long as I can remember.  I would share my childhood pictures with you, only looking back through the family album, I recoil in horror at the pictures of me looking like a boy with a pudding basin haircut so I think I will give that a miss.

I don’t think I was a particularly astute child but I remember all of our Weimaraners with great detail; from the way their coats felt to the individual colour of their eyes. It’s not like I can excuse my memories, for the whole house was filled with a menagerie of animals and sadly, I do not recall any of them as vividly as I do the Weimaraners.

There were Longhaired Dachshunds, a German Shorthaired Pointer and two monkeys but it was, and is the Weimaraner, which has heralded supreme - although the monkeys were kind of cute.

The Weimaraner wins with me on two scores. He is intelligent and he is beautiful and there are not many things in every day life which can be labelled with those elusive qualities. So it’s no wonder that I have chosen to share my life with this breed, and for as a long as I have good health, I will continue to do so.

Welcome to my world!