Best … Tag … Ever

So while I was taking pictures of Tucker waiting for his mama to finish laying down his cheese trail, I got a closeup of his collar, prominently featuring his Boomerang tag.  Specifically, this is the Boomerang CollarTag, which is a sturdy stainless steel plate engraved with up to four or five lines of text, depending on the size of the tag.  They slip on to the collar and then pretty much stay put; they don’t jingle, they don’t hang from a little metal loop, and as far as I can tell they never wear out.  (This one is about six years old.)

Of course, if the dog loses his collar he loses his tag, but other than that these tags aren’t going anywhere.  In fact they’re pretty difficult to get off even when you’re trying to remove them.

skunkalishus three

*koff* hello nice reederz its *koff* dennis the vizsla dog hay gess wot *koff* i finaly got to meet the *koff* skunk owt in the bakyard tonite i ran owt and *koff* there it wuz and it lifted up its tale and *koff* sprayd me rite smak in the face i cudnt even open my *koff* eye for a wile it was so stinky i hav to say its *koff* not at all wot tucker and trixie led me to *koff* ekspekt to be onnest i didnt like it much at all

my sister trixie wuz *koff* owtside too but she didnt even try to go get the *koff* skunk and i sware she wuz laffing at me wile mama cleand me up *koff* im starting to think maybe she wuz conning me the hole time she wuz *koff* telling me that chaysing skunks wuz fun yes ive definitly lernd my lessun wen it comes to skunks *koff* yoo shood always aproach them from the front i will *koff* try that nekst time and i think it will wurk better ok bye

*koff*

Follow Your Nose

So yesterday, I went to the park with my wife and Tucker to help with Tucker’s scenting; and by “help” I mean I sat and held Tucker’s lead while my wife went around laying a trail of mozzarella bits and hiding a sock full of string cheese, which is the “jackpot” at the end of the trail.  (Also, I “helped” by discouraging her from marking the trail with flour, on the theory that after we left, somebody would come along, see the flour, think it was anthrax or ricin or something, and call in a HazMat team.  I think I annoyed her a little, but at least she isn’t going to get carted off to jail.)

Anyway, my job was pretty easy.  Sit.  Stay.  Good boy.  Tucker’s job was a little harder.

A Brief History Of Tucker

It seems there’s been some concern about whether or not we have been able to get help from Tucker’s breeder regarding his condition, so we’d like to assure any interested parties that we’ve been in regular communication with them for the entire time we’ve had Tucker (i.e., his whole life). He has always been a perfectly fit and healthy dog, so when he began exhibiting these odd symptoms, one of the first things we did was get in touch with them to find out if any of his brothers or sisters or any other dogs in his line had developed something similar. (None have.)

In our opinion, we couldn’t have asked for a better breeder. They have always been helpful, interested, informative, and supportive, and even stopped by to visit Tucker out here in California when they were in the state for an event. (That’s a long way from Toronto, Ontario!) We apologize if we gave anyone the impression that we have not been able to reach the breeder or that we posted the video of Tucker because the breeder has been unhelpful, because nothing could be further from the truth. We would have no hesitation whatsoever about getting another dog from them, and I think that pretty much says all that needs to be said.

A Mystery

Hello, what have we here?  I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this fellow before.

Dennis vs. The Elevator

So today we took Tucker to the veterinary chiropractor, because he’s been stiff and twitchy since his adventures at Fiesta Island last week.  (It turns out he had nearly luxated his patella, which can evidently require surgery to repair if a luxation actually occurs.  He won’t need surgery, although he’s definitely a little sore down there.  Tucker got his revenge on the chiropractor by farting right in her face while she was working on him.)

As per usual, Dennis came along for the ride, but this time he got more of a ride than he bargained for.

my siens projekt

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay as yoo may hav herd my pig powder bizness is a hyooj suksess i have made billyuns and billyuns of dollers from it just look heer

Vizsla Fest 08: The Aftermath

They say a tired dog is a good dog. Meet three good dogs (and one human who is pretty okay, too).

vizsla fest 08

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog today we went to fiesta iland in the mithical sitty of sandy eggo for a vizsla meetup (trixie came too even tho she is not a vizsla thats so us vizslas cud hav sumbuddy to luk down on) we had a lot of fun ther wer at leest ten other vizsla dogs their besides me and my brudder tucker the other vizsla dog sum wer small sum wer larj sum wer puppees and sum wer old men (*koff* tucker *koff*) ther wer a kuple of boy vizslas ther that havnt been to the vetnamese place for noodels yet and trixie was reel flirty with them i had no ideea my sister wuz such a trollop

i thawt i wood be able to run sirkles arownd tucker since he is so old and feebul and i hav so much enerjy now but insted he is still faster and mor manoovrable then me i gess he wuz having a gud day i think mama is giving him illisit performans enhansing drugz he duznt hav the endoorans ennymore but he still has the mooves i will hav to go to mor ajility classes and sumday i will be abel to beet him until then at leest i can always stay ahed of trixie ha ha ok bye

skunkalishus too

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay gess wot the skunk came arownd agin last nite yoo may remember that the last time the skunk stopd by my sister trixie the chow-shepherd hoggd all the nice skunk spray for herself well she did it agin she and tucker charjd owt in the middel of the nite barking tucker didnt get enny of the yummy skunk joos tho just trixie its not fare that she gets to have all the fun but then agin mama was pretty mad at trixie and tucker for running owtside like that

becuz it was too late to give trixie a bath she had to stay owt the hole nite mama sed if trixie wants to play with the skunk then she can sleep with the skunk so maybe im glad i stayd in the nice warm bed the skunk smels nice but id rather cuddel mama and dada than the skunk

today mama got home erly and gave trixie a bath with her speshul skunk remover and then washed her with baby powdur shampoo and then she rubbed trixie all over with branches from the rosemerry bush so now trixie smels like a skunk that rolld arownd in talkum powder and then got into the spice cabinet oh wel at leest she got to come back in the howse and i bet mama will lok her in after dark this time ha ha ok bye