Hello Vizsla lovers!
OK, here is the poop (no pun intended).
I may not have a vizsla coat, I may not have a vizsla tail, though what I have is most EXCELLENT for clearing coffee table height units, albeit not gracefully. And yes, sometimes my tail has a mind of its own; well, it is about as far from my brain as possible so I suspect many neurons get lost along the way. I may have lots of white in addition to my vizsla colored fur as well. But what I do have is the absolute perfect vizsla "velcro" attribute! I LOVE my humans; I can't get enough of them! They are the world to me...
Furthermore, why we are on the subject of moir, I do not counter surf. I do not get into the garbage. I do not drink out of the toilet, lift the lid or unravel the toilet tissue. I do not steal socks, shoes or underwear. I eat in my crate. I sleep in a crate, though if I wanted, I could sleep in a bed here. I do not get on the furniture, though here it is fine; the dogs own the furniture here and the humans are allowed on it only on a "standby" basis, room permitting. And if a dog wants up, and a human is occupying a position, then guess who gets bumped? And no, there is no compensation; this is not Vizsla Air! I do not dig up the gopher holes in the yard, even if Robert picks one off with his $3500 Olympic model compressed air rifle. I am not a CSI investigator; he shoots 'em, he recovers the remains...Guess I can't be a cadaver dog then (what a shame!). I don't bark very much at all. And my bark is more like an anemic squeal, undoubtedly from a long history of barking such that I damaged my vocal cords. I love to run and be chased, particularly by young children. My only special toy is "big rocks" I find and collect, but have yet to do so at my foster home (info provided by prior owner). The human here went to the rental store to see if he could rent a young child for a month or two, but alas, they referred him to the orphanage which offered only very long-term leases. I am not a fussy eater, though I do not like asparagus, yet (everyone else here does...though it does make their pee smell...). I don't bark at the horses or chase birds. A duck came into the yard tonight and I could have cared less. What I really like to do is lay on a nice, soft, plush dog bed next to Robert while he works on the computer; and when he gets up, I need to follow him, EVERYWHERE, like velcro I am attached to him (or you if you were to adopt me).
I am just about the sweetest, most gentle and loving boy you could ever hope to have love you.
Wouldn't you like to get to know me better?
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