Eight

6th October 2003. With no fanfare we received an email, containing a blurred digital photo of tiny tiger-striped grey things. Lil had just been born, and was sleeping half buried under her siblings. To this day, she usually tucks her nose under her leg, or ours, to sleep.

Lil was all the more special, as at that time Weimaraners generally had their tails docked. We insisted otherwise, against "expert" advice. Docking has since been banned.

The anxious look is because Mrs me walked into the room, Lil has been receiving numerous treats all day and has become overly optimistic.

Happy Birthday Lil.