Happy Birthday: Vigo is 1 year old!

and what better to celebrate that day than training? (noone say we are placing too much emphasis on education or somethin'...)












setting off in London













in the cotworlds....for us a world away, especially when we drove the wrong direction and nearly were in bristol....???????

Fish dog!

some call Vizslas bird dogs....but Vigo thinks they are more than that.





Have you ever seen 007 and his cars operating both land and water?






well, that's the point that Vigo is trying to make.





Plunging herself into the depths of the ocean to hunt for dried fish - and then boasting it on the beaches of Walwerswick....

cows with guns

Since Vigo started to eat raw food things changed .... not only has she become a 'big girl' now, she also started to see the world in a different light.....with all the conflicts and troubles and food and all, and she thinks that the police have far too many powers these days and that urgent action needs to be taken because the steaks are high ...

Radio 1 year on....

Today it is one year since Radio was put to sleep....and we thought about all the fun we had in the three years he was around. Looking through photos of him, we saw all the things Radio had to put up with, having us as his guardians.....

wearing our friends kid's jumper (so the kids could have a giggle)


getting his head splashed in paint (when he ran underneath a ladder) and not all came off right away (was outdoor paint) and it was winter and he needed to get warm after the wash and all we had was another friend's baby jumper....

the time we went up Helvellyn and it was winter and cold when we got back to earth and Radio became a tourist attraction dressed in Lasse's red hoodie.

and when he was a tiny Vizsla, not yet fully in control of it all, it was winter and he was donated this t-shirt by a friend, and this was his little blanket until he grew too big for it....

the best news Ever!

today was the first day that we finally managed to get into the tube.....it happened to be rush hour....but vigo is proving to be a real versatile vizsla - bus, train, tube, car, she loves it, and the more people the better it seems (weird? for i can't stand rush our on the london underground)


but really the best news are not that vigo loves the tube.....



the really good news is that Lasse has today been officially rumored as being clear of cancer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yupeeeeeeehey! one month of radio therapy, but that is just to make sure all is gone, umpf.

strange men in white

all winter have we been wanting a little bit of snow, just a little bit (well, a lot would be great too)....

so when we had a chance to sneak of to the lake district for the weekend we grabbed it. then we saw the snow right up on top, quite far away, and off we went....

we climbed and climbed across icelicles and frozen puddles, passed sheep and hawks, we tried to reach high up, and on the way we found a creature that didn't make it through the winter....


and we climbed and climbed and climbed on but the longer we climbed the further away the snow seemed to be...

we never quite made it to the snow before we had to go home far too soon, all the 7 hours driving back to london, when it suddenly all clouded up and the snow came to the low lands!!!!!

and all the humans disappeared and turned into strange white creatures ... who will feed us now? at least Hamish has a warm coat...

and however much Hamish keeps looking, even from very high up, no human beings left.....

(Hamish gave his coat to someone who needed it more than him, someone that fell into through the ice into the canal and nearly froze stiff).


...but where is everybody?

Hoi polloi on their way to st albans!

we learnt a new term yesterday, and it is funny for it sounds the opposite to what it is: Hoi polloi (Ancient Greek: οἱ πολλοί), an expression meaning "the many" in Greek, is used in English to denote "the masses" or "the people", usually in a derogatory sense. Synonyms for "hoi polloi" include "...commoners, great unwashed, minions, multitude, plebeians, proletariat, rabble, rank and file, riffraff, the common people, the herd, the many, the masses, the peons, the working class"

so this is our adventure documented for those that think our roles are laid out for us in life: ....wot yar waiting for, lets go...













Hoi polloi involved in pub brawl (as expected)













Hoi Polloi repenting their sins, guiding visitors into the evening mass preparing the toffs for work on Monday...








However: once hoi polloi, always hoi polloi....

Richmond VizWhiz

Being a london model, hooligan and snoozer is hard work....

Hamish still thinks he's a little horse, after all these years being a Vizsla...














Three Vizsla statues posing for a Hurtta ad...how to get bye in a recession - product placement in parks etc. Dog collar representatives, please take note, three gorgeous hansomest and most attentive necks and chests available...



Every Vizsla, however innocent in appearance after being caught, harbors a hooligan!! (should've seen Vigo scooting along just a few minutes earlier full speed and crashing it right down the embankment, i stopped her just as she pulled out the matches to set it alight...she definitely learnt that before she came to live in London)





zzzzz (again, at least 45% of the day)

Vigo in London: Week 3 (+ wagg-o-meter)

Went to Hampstead Heath today....Ok Ok...dogs are supposedly colour blind, but are these really green birds up there?

















Vigo's first visit to the local food co-op and she is so sweet that Ivy is quite safe holding her (ahem...just a second earlier Vigo managed to kiss Ivy in!!! the mouth, and Ivy was standing up).
...again, we forgot to install a wagg-o-meter (a device counting a tail wag ratio). sadly, Vigo provided her own technology for counting wagging ratio by injuring her tip of the tail which she generously kept on whipping around and staining/marking the entire flat with the traces of her happy nature. I am all for keeping the tails as nature intended, but do understand the pros and cons of the docking of working breeds arguments......(Vigo's wagging tail could be easily made use of to generate substantial amounts of electricity)

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.