Don’t Dump Your Dogs In The Canyon

Vizslas aren’t all that common and most people don’t know the breed. They are really sweet dogs that want nothing more than to run around like lunatics and then fall asleep in your lap. They also like to bring you toys, because they’re pointing and retrieving dogs. Back in their country of origin (Hungary) they serve as bed warmers as well as hunting companions. If you want a dog that you can keep in the yard, a vizsla isn’t it.

So there were these four vizslas, and they were wandering around in a canyon in Lake Elsinore, California.

Somebody found them and they ended up in the local humane society, and then some folks from the local vizsla rescue group discovered them there. We can only assume someone dumped them. The pack has now been split up, the animals going into foster care. We have one of them, with an advanced case of demodectic mange. We’ve been calling him “Dennis”, as in Dennis the Constitutional Peasant (from Monty Python and the Holy Grail), because my wife keeps calling him “old man” even though he’s not old. (Nor is he thirty-seven.) Indiana Jones was right; it’s not the years, it’s the mileage.

We had two of the dogs for a few hours, while waiting for another foster parent to pick one up. They were both lovable and happy to give puppy kisses, even though (judging from their behavior) we don’t think either one has ever seen the inside of a house before. So this is just a message for the “person” who dumped these four vizslas in the canyon, even though that individual will probably never see this; I assume that he or she is too simian to operate a computer. But, on the off chance that the dog-dumper knows someone who knows someone who is capable of operating a computer, finding a blog, and reading it, I thought I would just say something nice and simple that even he or she could understand.

You suck.