ARIZONA WEIMARANER RESCUE
ARIZONA WEIMARANER RESCUE
Hudson, called Henry – Prince of Portugal
It’s always been hard to say no to Rebecca, and how does one say no to a woman who has 20 or so rescued large dogs asking for help. All she needed from us was a temporary home for one dog. We have two of Rebecca's rescues and I wanted nothing to do with a third Weimaraner. We had gone to see Rebecca one evening, and didn’t really notice Hudson in the beginning. He just kind of worked his way over to us through the crowd and slipped his head under my hand. Kathi has the soft heart and so we took home a 9-year old dog with a very long whip tail.
He no more looked like a Hudson than I did, so I called him Henry because that’s what he looked like and he was OK with that. That was the thing about Henry, he was OK with everything. He was a handsome old boy and must have had some wonderful owners who had spent a great deal of time with him because he was such a “gentleman.”
He came with his problems too - a lame rear end that would eventually take him from us far too soon and valley fever. Neither condition fazed him and he quickly became one of us. He moved slowly except when he was invited to go for a ride.
He spent many hours with our one-year old nephew, John, who thought he was the world’s best stuffed toy. He would spend hours staring at the yellow Mexican Bird of Paradise tree, stalking doves he would never harm even if he'd been fast enough to catch any. When we couldn't find him in the house, we knew that’s where he’d be.
Rebecca was right, we needed Henry Hudson. Rebecca is always right. Having an older dog is a lot like having a puppy – everything is new - just at a different level. Having Henry, even for a short time was a great experience and we miss him very much.
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