On a trip to the dog park our hunting dog ran off sniffing and we thought she had picked up a stick but as we realized that unless it was a furry bloated stick it was definitely a rat. As we got closer to her she realized we would take it away from her so the obvious response was to swallow it. Her dad quickly shoved his hand in her throat and caught the tail as it was going down her throat and pulled out the entire thing!
Posts Tagged: Vizsla
After her Daddy smoked three beautiful salmons for a party, Nellie decided to try not just one, but a bite of each while they were cooling.
The world’s biggest alarm clock
Dustin is our beautiful two year old Vizsla who hates us sleeping in. If the bedroom door is shut he will cry until we get up. If the door is open we get a wet nose in the face! This is just one of his misdemeanours.
Time to put the Christmas decorations away!
We went out for dinner and Harley ate my mother’s favorite ornament off of the Christmas tree. Good times…
Deck the halls with… NOPE!
D.O.G. Phone home?
Mom and Dad went on a trip. Then the dog sitter went to work. I was lonely so I tried to call. But the phone …. broke?
I am so scared of loud noises, that I climb up my mom.
Just Hanging Out
I chewed up a wooden hanger…while my Mom’s shirt was still on it! She and I learned a lesson , and Dad bought her a new shirt. :/
You can’t turn your back on a Vizsla!
Adoptable Fridays – Ginger
“On rare occasions, I’ve behaved like a monster. So my foster mom dressed me up like one!”
When the Animal Care and Control Team in Philadelphia, PA placed 1-year-old Ginger into foster care, she was sick and depressed. Once healthy, we had a brief 2-week stint where she was a bit of a hellion (eatting shoes, destroying blankets, nipping fingers & toes). Then she learned her manners and has become one of the sweetest, snuggliest, and best dogs I’ve had the great pleasure of fostering! What a great learning/growing experience for us both 🙂 Can’t wait to help her find her happy ending.
Don’t look at me. It was the puppy!
I didn’t eat Mommy’s cashmere sweater, or roll in the mud, or pass gas, or chew on the baby’s foot every time he wears footie pajamas, or eat the meatloaf off the table, or jump on the UPS delivery man. It was Tiger the puppy that did all that. Not me. I’m an angel.