Huncut Vizslak

Remembering

2012-01-19T09:12:00.000-08:00

Unfortunatley the writing does not show well. I miss my Piri and Maszat. Morzsa is so lonely withouth them. She used to be with a pack of Vizslas.

Film

2011-07-08T15:21:00.000-07:00

Cimborák - Hegyen-völgyön Homoki Nagy Istvan 1960.
Very nice film about a Vizsla, Dachshund and a Hawk lost and their journey home through Hungary. The language is in Hungarian but you can understand. I remember seeing this in the movie when I was young. Beautiful scenes and funny animal characters. The Vizsla remind me of my first boy, Bator.
Not short though. Even Morzsa liked it!

Just click the link and enjoy.

Cimborák - Hegyen-völgyön

1942 Vizsla Film

2011-05-31T14:15:00.000-07:00

I had to share this one. A short video how the Hungarians worked with Trained Vizslas at 1942. So many beautiful Vizslas!!

Spring

2011-04-04T00:53:00.000-07:00

Spring is here and the girls are helping me plant my vegetables and flowers. We are spending more times outside which is a good thing for all of us. While Morzsa is looking for the squerrels Piri is sunbathing. It was very cold winter. A pair of red tail Hawk decided to move here to the pine tree also. I love to see them but I don't think the squrrels are very happy. Morzsa is getting fat. I have to cut back her food. She is eating everything she can get too. Piri is getting slower and slower. She will be 14 this year. At the time the Japan eartquake, she was barking 3-4 days all day and night. Not so loud but barking constantly. She started to collect her toys. She was very concern of something. After 2 days of that devastating earquake she calmed down and was okay. Strange!

Geting old

2010-09-10T12:52:00.000-07:00

My Morzsa is getting old. She is a middle aged girl , 7 years old. How fast time fly! I remember when she born, when ever I picked her up she was hanging to me like glue.
I never breed her and she thinks and acts like a puppy. That is one major thing about Vizslas I just love, they are forever puppies. Crazy, mischiefing little puppies. I am very fortunate because my Vizslas are good behaving members of my family. These girls of mine never dig, except under the jacuzzi where no one can see and I don't mind, never tear or destroy anything. They are listen when I say No. They not barkers. Maybe just a little when they see an intruder. Squirrels or other creature stilling our fruits.
They always were like this even at early puppy age. They never hyper. I am so lucky too have them in my life!
This is Morzsa at 7 years of age. In this photo she put on her serious face. Very rare ! Maybe she is getting now that she is the Leader since Piri is getting old but still up and running. Sweet as always.

Morzsa:

Piri and Morzsa:

The girls are carefully watching the squirrels up on the tree playing. They hoping one of them fall down, which is already happened once before but they missed it. The little guy was so fast and they were so surprised. :)) Piri's face are turning more and more white but she is still my beautiful girl!

Nice Day

2010-03-07T23:24:00.000-08:00

Today was a nice day in Los Angeles. We had rains, thunder, wind even snow these days but today was a nice day. I got to plant my flowers finally. Piri and Morzsa enjoyed the sun and the mild warm weather. They rolled on the fresh green grass we have now. They carefully watched me planting and when it came to fertilize they were thinking I am putting it out for them. I don't know what is got to these two girls but they started to eat it! It took half an hour yelling NO, No, No when finally they left the fertilizer alone. It was good that I saw it and washed it in right away. I don't know what they are making the fertilizer of but you have to be careful it sure looks tasty for our Vizslas.

New Breed – inspired by Lotte of Switzerland

2010-03-06T21:21:00.000-08:00

New Breed – inspired by Lotte of Switzerland

Spring days

2010-01-30T00:54:00.001-08:00

After the 2 weeks rain here in Los Angeles finally we can play outside. While I was gardening my girls was playing and helping me to dig out some weeds. The only problem is they never dig where I want them to do. I heard that some dogs are trained for that, not mine. They do it for fun or for helping me; at least they think that is what they doing. Sometimes I can not even get angry because they look at me with those eyes: What did I do? ..and I have to laugh! Even Piri started to run in circles today, she was so happy. She usually just rest while Morzsa is running around. Patrol the area for intruders. Today was a very nice day! This is Morzsa's profile I shoot this morning and retouched in Photoshop.

Holidays are tiring!

2009-12-25T20:56:00.000-08:00

I love Christmas but it makes us so tired that I need a whole week to recover. So as my red dogs! The shopping and cooking and all those wrapping... not much time for photos. Finally today I could sit down and play with my camera and the Photoshop. Morzsa was very cooperative. She did let me put the hat on her this year. Piri was walking around very jealously in her new coat. Since last week was so cold I ordered two coats for them from State Line Track but Morzsa didn't like the coat more than 10 minutes. I guess she wasn't cold. Piri is old and she is much leaner. We old folks, 2 and 4 legged, feel the cold much more that the young folks! If you are in a cold area East or North these coats are very good. Easy to dressed them up and easy on your credit card also! I put the link here so you can check it out. What's that ? Snowball?
I hope your Holiday was nice as ours !

Merry Christmas!

2009-12-21T08:40:00.001-08:00

Merry Christmas to all our puppies! Time fly so fast; another year passing and we get older. I hope every one of you are safe and have a loving family. Be carefull at the Christmas tree and do not eat chocolate! It is poison for us 4 legged kids!
Piri is in her deep thoughts:

Christmas is close..

2009-12-02T20:08:00.000-08:00

I found this Christmas Video how our Red puppies suppose to help decorate the Christmas Tree. Oh well! Mine are too lazy but worth to watch it maybe they will get the idea. Click on the Link.... Morzsa: Wow, I can do that!One of Maszat's brother, Toby send me a picture and a note. Thank you, Diana to take good care of him! He is very handsome.

Legend, is pleasing his young Master, playing dress up in a TUTU!

Wow, Legend you are a Prince not a Princess! I like your purse though and you still look very sweet.

Vizsla video

2009-11-15T12:56:00.000-08:00

I found these two Videos on YouTube I think you will enjoy. They were made by Norcsii and they are the property of http://www.kutyasuli.hu/ which is a training school for dogs in Hungary. It looks like they know what they doing! I will certainly show this to Piri and Morzsa to learn something :) I definitely need some help cleaning up the yard. See that Vizsla Samu how he can pick up the cans? Well I was thinking maybe I can teach them to pick up the leaves. We have so many!! As I read their Mirror Teaching method, the main thing is the good relation ship with your Vizslas, clicker training and good everyday routine, feeding, walking etc.
Watch the Videos and make sure you show it to your red dog. Don't forget to get back here after you watched the videos.

A doggy Summer

Nepszigeti Kutya Iskola Bemutato

Training

Ordinary Days...

2009-08-30T09:49:00.000-07:00

...with Vizslas you will never have an ordinary day. Lately Piri who is 12.5 now getting very silly. Since Maszat past the Rainbow bridge the two girls are much calmer though. It seems that 3 was a crowd, 2 is a friendly couple. No arguing, no fight just sweet kisses all over each other and me of course.
Last week Piri started this odd behavior, she was carrying one of the new toy in her mouth all day making little sounds. It seems like she wanted to hide her "new puppy". Morzsa just looked at her wondering what's going on? That's my Toy! Piri never played with that toy! I was all day out cleaning the yard of all the fallen leaves. They were watching and playing, helping me scattering the pile of leaves all over again. Everything was normal. Than the next morning I went to check at the fence what nice job I did and for my surprise I found three of the new plush toy tigers burred along the fence. Piri decided she no longer needs them, I guess. Or she hide it from Morzsa? Who knows... All day Piri started to carry the biggest toy in her mouth. Finally after 3 days of carrying it I did not see the toy so I was looking for it. Took me 2 days to find it. What a good camouflage she did. She put it under one of my flowers and since was too big to burry she put leaves, stick over it. I looked at that place 2-3 times and didn't see it! I left it there for a day and she did not look for it. I wonder what it goes trough her mind? Morzsa is watching her but she is not playing or bringing the toys to me anymore since Piri had this obsessions with them. How strange! Unfortunately Piri, my little girl is getting older and it starts to show. She sleeps long hours even in day time. Hope she will be with us for couple of more years though! I just can't bare the thought to loosing her also after Maszat went so suddenly. I can still see my sweet Vizsla baby in her eyes. She is the Best Vizsla I ever had.
Here are couple of photos I took of this strange day. Since the photos was not sharp enough I painted it with Photoshop.
Piri and her "new baby":
We had a blast time cleaning the yard:This is an "antique" dog house we made for the Kuvasz 20 some years ago. Sometimes the Vizslas when they running in fast ending up knocking their head on the back. Silly dogs! Piri carrying the toy all day!Morzsa is asking me: Do you know what's going on with my Mom?Piri still have the hugh polip toy in her mouth.

Time flys so fast....

2009-05-20T11:06:00.000-07:00

It was 12 years ago when Huncut's litter was born from Kayla. The pups was all very sweet and promising. They were all look alike as a good litter should be. I decided to keep one of the girls, Piri. All the other went to very good families. One of them was Russell, who choose a male puppy, Scout. Very beautiful male. Both Piri and Scout was very similar looking. Unfortunately Scout lost one of his leg by an accident couple of years ago but he learned to leave with only 3 very well. Yesterday, when I checked my mail a very sad letter I found in my mail box from Russ. Scout passed away at 12 years of age. He leaved a very good life with his owner and two of my other puppies Max and Ginger. He was the favorite of him as Piri for me. Somehow they were special! Now I am looking at my girl, Piri 12 years old. Time pass very fast! I can still see the jumping puppy in her but most of the time she is resting. I hope she can be with us at least another 3-4 years.
We all getting old. How sad, but this is life nothing we can do about it. After loosing Maszat last month I still feel that she is here with us. Just not in body of course but in Spirit. Vizslas are special, they not all dogs you know; they are half human!
Here is the picture Russ send me. Scout, Ginger sitting on Russ lap and Max.

Rest in Pease my little puppy, Scout!

Maszat October, 11. 2001 - April, 14. 2009.

2009-04-22T19:29:00.000-07:00

What a sad day! I just keep crying, can't believe it! One day she is here the other she is gone. I don't know what happened other than she was not eating and her eyes got bloody. When I took her to the Vet and left her there she had a seizer and she didn't come out of it. It was some poison she picked up from somewhere...but where? Her mother, Piri and sister, Morzsa is doing fine. She was only 7.5 years old. All my Vizslas was living for 14-16 years. It is very hard to write about it, not yet anyway. Maszat is the red collar one in this picture, she was an Angel, sweet and calm all the time!
I hope the Rainbow Bridge Poem is true. I wish to see my dogs again!

Good by my sweet Maszat!

This is the poem which inspired me for this photo:

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, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. 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 stops and 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, his legs 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

I hope is true!

Rainy days

2009-02-14T00:23:00.000-08:00

When rains and not just rains but pours down flooding everything around us what we can do? Curl up on the sofa with a good book or now a days with a good DVD and just relax, wait till is over. Yes it is pours in Los Angeles. Not that we don't need the rain but not all of it all at once! Please! Can we just have one day rain and than the rest of the week sunny?
I usually go to my files and look through my old photos. I love to see the forgotten ones. Like this when Morzsa was just a little puppy. She was exploring everything, even me with my camera.

She was eager to learn and play all the time. Love the faces she made!You taking to me?Morzsa and her littermates are playing with their new blankets. They love the softness. To bad they have to grow up so fast.

Pictures I recived from my pupies

2009-02-08T22:49:00.000-08:00

It is always very nice to hear and receive a photo of my puppies. I thank you every owner who took the time to send me some notes, photos so I know they are in good hands and well taken care of. Thank you!

The latest letter and photo is from Csaba Szakal who has Kolbi. Just look this photo and think: Is the Vizsla really a dog?

I will add more pictures later as I receive them and I can find them in my computer. Please come back....

Maszat

2009-01-29T08:02:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-20T15:43:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-13T15:59:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-13T09:02:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-03T18:40:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-01-03T18:14:00.000-08:00

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.

Merry Christmas to All!

2008-12-17T20:18:00.000-08:00

May Your Christmas be filled with Peace and Happiness!

Kellemes Karácsonyi Ünnepeket kivánunk !

Christmas with your Vizslas

2008-12-10T22:31:00.001-08:00

Christmas is almost here, everybody is so busy with shopping, decorate and cooking. This is one of the happiest time of the year but remember, lot's of things around the beautiful Christmas Tree is dangerous to your Vizslas.

Looking after your pets is not easier at this time either. Did you know that Chocolate is very poisonous to dogs? Poinsettias is a BIG NO NO! Teach your Vizsla to behave around the Christmas Tree. Be careful not to leave chocolates, raisins at the table, counter where dogs can get it. It is very tempting and they can be killed very fast!

I learned this in an other board. I hope you never needed but good to know in the event your Vizsla eat some sharp object: glass, staples etc.

Please read:

COTTON BALL REMEDY

What do you do if your puppy (or mischievous older dog) gets into your holiday decorations and eats some of the glass ornaments? This potentially lethal mishap can darken even the brightest holiday season.

THE PROCEDURE

BEFORE the holiday go to a pharmacy and buy a box of cotton balls. Be sure that you get COTTON balls...not the cosmetic puffs that are made from man-made fibers. Also, buy a quart of half-and-half coffee cream and put it in the freezer. Should your dog eat glass ornaments.
Defrost the half-and-half and pour some in a bowl. Dip cotton balls into the cream and feed them to your dog. Dogs under 10 lbs should eat 2 balls which you have first torn into smaller pieces. Dogs 10-50 lbs should eat 3-5 balls and larger dogs should eat 5-7. You may feed larger dogs an entire cotton ball at once. Dogs seem to really like these strange treats and eat them readily.
As the cotton works its way through the digestive tract it will find all the glass pieces and wrap itself around them. Even the teeniest shards of glass will be caught and wrapped in the cotton fibers and the cotton will protect the intestines from damage by the glass.
Your dogs stools will be really weird for a few days and you will have to be careful to check for fresh blood or a tarry appearance to the stool.
If either of the latter symptoms appear, you should rush your dog to the vet for a checkup but, in most cases, the dogs will be just fine.
An actual experience: I can personally vouch for the cotton ball treatment. While I was at the vet waiting for him to return from lunch a terrified woman ran in with a litter of puppies who had demolished a wooden crate along with large open staples. The young vet had taken x-rays which did show each of the puppies had swallowed several open staples. He was preparing them for surgery when my wonderful vet came in and said no surgery. I watched him wet several cotton balls, squeeze out the water and pop them down their throats. Within 24 hours every staple was accounted for.
This was a lesson I learned in the mid-1960s and have had to use several times on my brats. I wet the cotton balls and smear on some liverwurst and they bolt it down and ask for more.The cotton always comes out with the object safely embedded. Copyright reserved to Sandy Brock. Permission is hereby granted for any nonprofit reproduction by any person or group Live, Love, Be Happy!

We wish every Vizslas and their owners Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and of course lot's of gifts. I hope all of you will send me a nice Christmas Photo, we are looking forward to see all our brothers and sisters.

History of the Hungarian Pointer: the Magyar Vizsla

2008-11-10T23:26:00.001-08:00

The Hungarian Vizsla is one of the World best hunting and companion dog. He is a medium sized pointer-retreiver, companion and family dog. The Vizsla is not a kennel or backyard dog. He is part of the family,The Hungarians had developed 4 breeds for 4 different task around the house. The Kuvasz, the largest of the Hungarian dog breeds is the ultimate guard around the house. King Matyas was trusting his Kuvaszes more than he trusted his loyal guards. The Komondor is the guard dog of the large flock, the Puli is for the small ones. The Vizsla is the hunting dog who is always at the side of his master.The Vizsla is mentioned very early times in the Hungarian history. Primitive stone etchings over a thousand years old show the Magyar hunter with his falcon and his Vizsla.Companion dogs of the early warlords and barons, Vizsla blood was preserved pure for centuries by the land owning aristocracy who guarded them jealously and continued to develop the the hunting ability of these "yellow-pointers" - the golden-rust coloration from tip to tail. Records of letters and writings show the high esteem in which the Vizsla has always been held through the centuries.The Vizsla survived the Turkish occupation(1526-1696), the Hungarian Civil War (1848-49), World War I, World War II and the Russian Occupation. However, the breed suffered a decline in the late 19th Century and the true Vizsla was close to being extinct. A careful search of Hungary and a poll of Hungarian sportsmen revealed only about a dozen Vizslas of the true type still alive in the country. From that minimum stock, the breed rose to prominence once again. The various "strains" of the Vizsla have become somewhat distinctive as individuals bred stock that suited their hunting style. The Austria-Hungary Empire extended its influence over a large area for many years, but with frequent border changes Hungary was reduced to a mere shadow of its former self. As a result, owners of Vizslas suddenly found themselves living in Czechoslovakia, Rumania, the former Yugoslavia, Italy, Germany, Poland or Russia.The Vizsla started arriving in the United States at the close of World War II. As interest in and devotion to the breed began to increase, owners formed the Vizsla Club of America in order to gain AKC recognition. As a result of registering foundation stock with the AKC, Vizsla owners were able to obtain official recognition in 1960 and the Vizsla became the 115th breed recognized by the American Kennel Club.

HUNCUT PUPPIES

2008-11-10T15:55:00.000-08:00

THEIR FIRST 8 WEEKS WITH ME

The average gestination period is 63 days, but pups can be born as early as 59 days or as late as 66 days from the first breeding. Before whelping she may refuse her food or eat very little. She goes to lay down in the litter box digging nest and going to deep sleep. The new born puppy needs warmth and food. The first week they are nursing almost all the time. The healthy, happy puppy is quite. While sleeping his body will twitch and jerk, this is called activated sleep. Puppies will spread if it is too warm, or cry and pile up if it is too cold in the whelping box.

2-3DAYS OLD

They all have their own color, because in a good litter they look all the same and is very important to me to be able to identify each of them from the birth.

At 4-5 DAYS OLD their dewclaws are
removed and tails are docked. It will heal in a week.

2-3 WEEKS OLD
When they are around 2 weeks old, their eyes and ears are starting to open. They notice your voice. It is important that they are out of strong light and loud noise. Their eyes color is blue at this time. They will making awkward, comical effort to get on their feet and they will stand on it only few seconds at a time. From now on they will develop rapidly. Suddenly, at 3 weeks of age they seems to put everything together. They start to notice the outside world. This period is called the "socialization period". This period is the more critical, they should exhibit no fear of people.

4 WEEKS OLD PUPPIES
This is the time to give them safe toys to play with. They are starting to eat soft puppy food.

5-6 WEEKS OLD
At 5-6 weeks old the pups are out playing in the yard. They are completely weaned. They will eat 4 times a day. Dominant and subordinate relationship are developing at this time.
A simple cardbord box will entertain them for hours.

7-8 WEEKS OLD
At 7-8 weeks old they will get their first shot and worming. At this time they are house broken, they know what comes, sit and stay means. they are totally independent from their mother. This is the time when they are bonds to human.

8 -10 WEEKS OLD

It is time to say Goodbye to all my puppies. It is not easy, but after careful selection, I know that their new owners will love them and take good care of them. Some of them will be champions, some of them will enjoy hunting, but I am sure that all of them will be the best companion and they love you for ever and ever.............!

I just found these shart videos among my files. Browny is Morzsa in these videos which was captured by my phone :)