New Love

Redgirls, note that pink is still in fashion...especially when shivering after falling into the canal.
Vigo got a new kitten. It never worked out with Patch as his owner Max could not part with him after all...so we were lucky when we found August who grew up with two big dogs so was not at all scared of Vigo. Vigo had been heavily phantom pregnant and even lactated, so when August came along last week she adopted him right away.
We think she was quite surprised what motherhood means - constant sharing of food, bed, attention....
not only when she chooses but ALL times...they really are totally adorable together.

Hunting and pointing amongst memories young and old ...

This is Trigger, Trigger, yes, that's his name. You may remember him form the canine ballet he used to perform with Radio. But these are other times and ballet is no longer his thing, so he has to be on a lead now, because he started more masculine sports which resulted in him becoming a bit of a hooligan....
this is Patch, our new kitten, well, Patch will be our new kitten for at the moment he is still with Max as our block of flats has a few unwanted residents, rats, and until we are sure that they have moved out again Patch can't move in....the traps are the size of Patch...
Vigo is scanning the environment. We discovered a new part to the marshes today, a stone henge look alike kind a place, hidden behind wild bushes and trees...
in fact, looks like a giant chair to me....maybe its art?
Vigo points at a stick - Helen the clicker gundog trainer taught us to channel Vigo's focus towards all sorts of things, and this is one Vigo mastered right away. She can point at plastic bags, sticks, and socks. Sometimes also at a cat, but not too often.
Where, oh where, is the stick? boat? wot?

Basel, can't you help? when Basel was young, he was Radio's mate, not a herb, but well, you see what he is. now Basel is getting old and a bit slow. But still, he swims much more than Vigo.
Ruby joined us for a visit to the pub. this was a while ago, maybe a year now. just found it on Lasse's phone. Ruby loved it here because the people working there kept giving her treats all evening and she was allowed to sit on the bench...well, she soon fell asleep. and here, at first i wasn't sure who that was, and it turns out that two images exist - one of Hamish ...and one of Vigo, at the same location, not same level tide....

Funny Fanny Farm, bouncing and ticklish ticks

Oh, a weekend in heaven. the townies escaped from the funny farm. flowers and bumble bees and Ross bouncing among the trees. bouncing from branch to branch, blossom to blossom.

Vigo couldn't resist the bouncy atmosphere.
But even in heaven, beneath the grass, there is proof that also paradise has a price. Everyone has got a tick, the fanny farm proved to have many. and Vigo had three.
Removing them was a delicate operation. Hamish offered to help, with his teeth, but his claws were too sharp, and Vigo protested. above, you see her in the recovery ward on the lawn the Somerset sanitarium.

Vigo wins best in show - a canine modelling contest

it was some months ago, and well before she came to live with us, and we only just now found out about her secret aspirations in the canine modelling world....better stop eating those liver cakes, Vigo.

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)