Vigo in London: Week 2

who chewed Vigo's blanket.....???? (is actually Ruby's from last time she stayed over...sorry Joe and Matt!!)
Ross is trying to eat his dinner with guess whom on the lap... it is rather chilly here these days and after all, in times past dogs were used as heating pads, so why pamper the pooches of these times when we can get them to work again as warmers?

to illustrate Vigo's personality, this is what Vigo is like on a daily basis:

- innocent

- very charming

- certainly persistent



.....but who could possibly resist? (go on, pass that coffee cup)

Vigo

"Wot you looking at? Better stay away unless you bring chocolate, carrot cake, bean stew, livercake, cheese or chicken...."

Vigo guards Lasse after his first day of Chemotherapy!!! Vigo keeps snuggling up to Lasse. btw, she mastered the keeping an ear open when nearly asleep pose already.

Willow=Vigo - Vigo=Willow

A ship building city
a filmmaker
a few names
and now
a Willow vizsla, too.

hi Vigo!

Charlie Morph just made us aware that this post maybe a little bit confusing. Well, we better start at the beginning. When we collected Willow from Jeanna we already knew that she was an extraordinary character, but this is more than we expected. Yesterday morning we woke up and there was a little note in Willow's bed. I tried to scan it but she chewed most of it up so its really illegible.

Basically, we found a little paw written note signed "Vigo". At first we didn't understand but then as we looked closer at the text (We can tell you it is not easy to read), her paw writing skills are not exactly impressive, and we were under the impression that Jeanna had given her a proper education...anyway, after much ado we managed to decipher the note. It says: "I wish to be renamed to Vigo. It seems more appropriate for my gentle soul". We weren't sure if this was a classic example of when a dog is trying to boss its people around? We asked Jeanna for some advice, what to do? Jeanna of course was on Willow's side, for Jeanna really named her Holdbeli Magia. So, this is the story of Vigo, ours that is.

London: Week1

Hi Iris, Hugo, Wahid and a new little friend whose face is not to be licked (until his dad looks away that is)....

Although this is columbia road flower market this Willow makes it known to everyone that she is a Vizsla, not some weeping botanical thingie, however much we love their melancholic tentacles in the wind....









Hi John, he's being filmed for Blue Peter today....
Willow loves cuddles, everywhere, all the time - here she's a party girl taking a break from being pretty (entertaining)....

In order to blend in, Willow carries her own bag.

Fell in there yesterday but luckily can swim really well.

Scoops up the art.

Tries to speak to the Mayor, but he was out today.

Willow comes to London!

London?!?

Let us introduce you to Willow. Although she's a willow she's not really anything to do with a tree, or even with Wiccan on Buffy. She came with a much posher name, which is Addaci Holdbeli Magia, but somewhere somehow sometime before she came to live with us in London she got to be known as Willow, too.

Willow sometimes sleeps (emphasis on sometimes)....mainly on our friends laps.

We first saw Willow this summer and totally were smitten with her. She is the most incredible funny happy creature with not only the longest, but also the strongest tail. We think all that talk about docking vs non docking has not too much to do with hunting injuries than with the injuries the tails cause to humans when they get whipped in the face! Tail whipping besides, luckily for us Willow is now a London girl.











Shame that Jo-Otto and Franz won't get to meet this new addition to the household - they are on a semi permanent holiday with lovely Ann.



Hey Rozie, i know Willow misses Rozie too! See ya at work (she means gundog work, working tests and the like, she's still young and thinks its all fun...in contrast to Radio who was always at the job center Willow will work for her upkeep). But luckily for us she already knows how to retrieve - not only one but a minimum of two toys at once, preferably a sock thrown in.