Maszat

Maszat, Number 2 Vizsla in the pack.

Dogs have packs. I am the leader as they say but they have the rank among themselves also. Piri who is the mother of the two girls are number one but Maszat number 2 and Morzsa is number 3. Maszat is 7 years old Morzsa is 4. They have the same Sire still they so different in character. Maszat is very sweet but can be rude also. If she is in the mood she will let them know not to come close. She is the one who sleeps under the blanket. When colder she wrap herself totally, even her head and no one can touch her. Maszat is a funny girl. She is the subject of my photos often. Very elegant looking Vizsla. She has a beautiful face and she knows. She acts when I point the camera toward her. Sisters quarrel: Don't bother me I am photographed

Challenging her Mother, Piri:She doesn't run as much as her sister and still she is leaner. She sits beside me while the other two is chasing the ball. I think she is showing me that "I am with you, I don't let you sit alone" That means I have to love her more than the others. This is showing on her face! She take time to eat her food, while Morzsa showels it all in.

When I photo her she make funny faces for me, look:..and she is a talker too. She seems to try to talk to if she wants something. None of the others do that. In this photo; she has all her teeth, not even chipped, just looks that way :) she seems to tell me "Hurry, take my picture I will not sit here all day!" "Look I am bored but I will sit with you, because I love you!"

Mother and daughter

Piri and her daughter, Morzsa. Morzsa is 4 years old. Very sweet, being the youngest of the pack she is number 3. That comes with a package. She has to be in alert all the time. Even in nights. She is the one who is up in a second if "intruder" comes in the yard. She barks so fearfully that no one dare to get closer unless I say so. She thinks she is doing me a big favor to do so. "Don't worry I will protect the house hold!" She has this very serious face when she guards. She loves to run is circles as her mother, Piri did in her earlier years. She loves to chase the ball. She is the more energetic of the two girls and she just loves to kiss!

I redo some of the older pictures of Morzsa. This is her famous look:

You talking to me?I am ready. Are you comming or not?

Piri teaching Morzsa to play. Maszat helps.

My Girls

I looked trough of my old files and found these 2005 photos. On the poster I made is Piri and Maszat her daughter. Bellow is Morzsa the youngest, also daughter of Piri.

Boy they like to run!! This blue Kong toy was Piri's favorite. If I say "keresd = go find" she would look for it even if it takes hours. As she got older her daughters, Maszat and Morzsa challenged her. Now she gave up and let them bring the toy to me. Sometimes Morzsa will give it to her and she put it in my hand happily.

...as I will resize more pictures I will put them up later.

This last one is Maszat again.

Vizslas on Animal Planet

Check out the short video of Vizslas which was aired on Animal Planet. Wait for the Advertising to Finnish and click on the Vizsla movie. You can also watch other breeds.

Vizsla

Vizsla Humor

Betyar is 16 years old at this photo and still kicking!
He crossed the Rainbow Bridge on July, 25. 2002.
We miss him a lot!

Mind Games Dogs Play With Their Humans

1. After your humans give you a bath, DON'T LET THEM TOWEL DRY YOU! Instead, run to their bed, jump up and dry yourself off on the sheets. This is especially good if it's right before your humans bedtime.
2. Act like a convicted criminal. When the humans come home, put your ears back, tail between your legs, chin down and act as if you have done something really bad. Then, watch as the humans frantically search the house for the damage they think you have caused. (Note: This only works when you have done absolutely nothing wrong.)
3. Let the humans teach you a brand new trick. Learn it perfectly. Then the humans try to demonstrate it to someone else, stare blankly back at the humans. Pretend you have no
idea what they're talking about.
4. Make your humans be patient. When you go outside to go 'pee', sniff around the entire yard as your humans wait. Act as if the spot you choose to go pee will ultimately decide the fate of the earth.
5. Draw attention to the human. When out for a walk always pick the busiest, most visible spot to go 'poo'. Take your time and make sure everyone watches. This works particularly well if your humans have forgotten to bring a plastic bag.
6. When out for a walk, alternate between choking and coughing every time a strange human walks by.
7. Make your own rules. Don't always bring back the stick when playing fetch with the humans. Make them go and chase it once in a while.
8. Hide from your humans. When your humans come home, don't greet them at the door.

Instead, hide from them, and make them think something terrible has happened to you. (Don't
reappear until one of your humans is panic-stricken and close to tears).
9. When your human calls you to come back in, always take your time. Walk as slowly as possible back to the door.
10. Wake up twenty minutes before the alarm clock is set to go off and make the humans take you out for your morning pee. As soon as you get back inside, fall asleep. (Humans can rarely fall back asleep after going outside, this will drive them nuts!)


I received this from TUCKER :

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to "Where do pets come from?"
Adam said, "Lord, when I was in the garden, you walked with me every day.
Now I do not see you anymore. I am lonesome here & it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me."
And God said, "No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever & who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will
accept you as you are & will love you as I do, in spite of yourself."
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam.

And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam & he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom & I cannot think of a name for this new animal."
And God said, "No problem! Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."
And Dog lived with Adam & was a companion to him & loved him.

And Adam was comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog was content & wagged his tail.
After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord
and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens
like a peacock & he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but perhaps too well."
And the Lord said, "No problem! I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever & who will see him as he is. The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not always worthy of adoration."
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam. And Cat would not obey Adam.

And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he was reminded that he was not the supreme being. And Adam learned humility.
And God was pleased.
And Adam was greatly improved.
And Dog was happy.
And the cat didn't give a shit one way or the other.

I found this story on the web, isn't it thrue?

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had also been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, the road was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me,where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?"the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly
gates? Nope. That's Hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

Goodbye my Friends.

I use to have this page on AOL about my four legged friends who past over the Rainbow Bridge, Here it is again. They are still in my heart. Even after 2-3 years my eyes filled with tears as I write this.

BATOR and BETYAR

Betyar crossed the Rainbow Bridge on July, 25. 2002. We miss him a lot!

Bator and Pogany

Kis POGANY and GUBANC

The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, thatpet goes to Rainbow Bridge.There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can runand play together.There is plenty of food,water and sunshine, and our friends are warm andcomfortable.All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing;they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stopsand looks into the distance.His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, hislegs carrying him faster and faster.You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet,you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet,so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together. Author Unknown

Good bye my Huncut... 08.05.2006 6.30 PM
After nearly 14 years with us my Sweet Huncut crossed the rainbow bridge on Saturday, Aug. 5 .2006. She was the Grandmother of all Huncut Vizslas. I never saw sweeter, calmer more gentle Vizsla than she was. I am very fortunate to have her in my life. She will be always in my heart. I found this writing, how true it is:

"Where to bury a dog

Excerpted from Old Dogs Remembered (Carroll and Graf Publishers, Inc. 1993), edited by Bud Johns. This piece by Ben Hur Lampman originally appeared in The Oregonian, copyright 1925, 1953 by Oregonian Publishing Company.
A subscriber of the Ontario [Oregon] Argus has written to the editor of that fine weekly, propounding a certain question, which, so far as we know, remains unanswered: "Where shall I bury my dog?" It is asked in advance of death. The Oregonian trusts the Argus will not be offended if this newspaper undertakes an answer, for surely such a question merits a reply. It distresses [the writer] to think of his favorite as dishonored in death, mere carrion in the winter rains. Within that sloping, canine skull, he must reflect when the dog is dead, were thoughts that dignified the dog and honored the master. The hand of the master and of the friend stroked often in affection this rough, pathetic husk that was a dog.
We would say to the Ontario man that there are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else. For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost-if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call-come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there. People may scoff, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master."


Good Bye Micike... 07.30.2002

The Story of Mici..

One morning of November 1997 a little Siamese kitten appeared at our front door hungry and lost. She was the sweetest thing. All four paws covered with white "socks," her eyes were the nicest blue. Since I have Vizslas I don't keep cats around the house but this one was different. Nobody claimed her. My neighbor, Attila was my Vet and also my friend so I gave them the kitten. They had already an older indoor cat. Attila neutralized her but as soon as she can escape she came back to our house. After 2-3 times I decided to keep her myself since she loved me the most. We named her Mici. She lived at my front door, came inside occasionally when my Vizslas was in the backyard. Never dirty, never in trouble, she was the most gentle, lovable cat. Everybody in the neighborhood loved her. She loved to sleep on top of my Jeep (never scratched it). If she saw me coming she run to my front door to meet me. If she wanted food or just play, she "knocked" on the door. I am again very sad today.... After 1 days not seeing her I went out to search for Mici and I found her lying in the bushes half paralyzed. She has been hit by someone. Again I had to make the hard decision to put her in sleep. I hope she joins Betyar and my other dogs at the Rainbow Bridge and they can all play together. It is not fair, I thought cat's has 9 lives. She was only 6 years old and very happy.