Monday, October 28, 2013

Story of a Rescue Vizsla's Last Chance

Taken from the pages of Yahoo Groups: VizslaTalk.  This was a story of an urban Vizsla that was on deathrow and rescued from the clutches of death by a very kind couple;
Mr. and Mrs. Toadvin.  Here is Jane Toadvin's story of Bevo.


4 a.m. Friday, Hubby, Pastor Chuck, and Tony left with the truck and a trailer loaded with a tractor bound for the Houston area to drop off the sick tractor and pick up Bevo, the rescue dog. They arrived at the sick tractor place after noon and Peggy the rescue lady and her Hubby met them to turn over Bevo. Dog immediately took to Buddy and just LEANED on him. I think Peggy was about to cry. She had gotten fond of him and the dog gave her the "pathetic look" which made it worse.  Bevo rode in the back seat with Tony and got to stick his nose out the window and snuffle as well as hang his head over the drivers shoulder. With his history. NO CRATE. Couple potty stops were made with the dog scenting like a bird dog and wanting to go hunt! They got home here about 9pm. Long day for all, but Hubby is 82 years old now so he is gimping. "Bless his heart" too long a trip for the old geezer.

Bevo came in the house on a lead and was met by our other 3, 2 OLD geezer vizslas and the Muttley all standing shoulder to shoulder. Bevo held his ground and lifted a leg to try and mark one of my kitchen chairs. I saw it coming and let loose with one of my patented 
"ACCCCHHKKK!!!! " yells.  Leg immediately came back down with only a tiny drizzle and Tony took him back outside to walk around the yard. Bevo marked every bush. When he came back in they guys sat down to dinner and a round of well deserved martinis. Meanwhile, now off lead, I introduced Bevo to the other dogs. No problem. After a couple of good butt sniffs my old Red Dawg led the way, followed by equally old Rascal, then Bevo, and the Muttley taking the rear and the TOUR was on. It was like watching a parade or maybe a doggie choo-choo train. Bevo got led around every room in the house with plenty of sniffing time. Extra attention was paid to the bathrooms and Bevo politely sampled every porcelain water bowl. He was also led on and off every piece of furniture except the beds.(no dogs in the beds) Eventually they wagon trained back to the kitchen, circled the table a couple of times checking for leftovers and then, still all in a row, out the dog door. About 10 minutes they were back, still in procession, Bevo went to Buddy and leaned on him wagging happily. The other dogs went to bed. Pastor and Tony headed home, tired, well fed, and only slightly oiled, and Buddy held on to Bevo to make sure he did not follow them.

Distractions now gone I "YO DOGS" and they all ran back to the kitchen for the dispensation of the leftovers. Hubby as pack leader had eaten first so now according to pack ranking first Red, then Rascal, then Bevo (which surprised me as I thought Muttley would retain his 3rd place but I guess smelling like a dog and being long haired and black is going to keep him bottom peg) . Pack snack distribution complete, everyone headed for bed.

Bevo bunked next to Buddy on the floor beside the bed on bedding sent by Peggy, the Rescue Lady. Red lay on the carpet nearby to supervise. For a while. Then I guess Bevo got up so Red got up and they headed outside, followed by the other 2 dogs. All still in order. Short trip, by now it is cold out.  Then Bevo and Red on the couch and the other two flopped down somewhere. For a while. Repeat. This time Bevo down on the coveted comfy comforter next to me. Red again nearby and constantly going over and licking Bevos head. and the other 2 on the couch. Repeat over and over until morning in varying configurations. AH, morning. The dogs have been restless all night and I am tired. And the phone rings. It is the neighbor telling me that our horses are out and happily mowing her back yard. And so starts the second day.
Watch for the continuing adventures of the last chance dog.


So Bevo has now been here all of 9 hours and the first emergency has happened. Not having to do with the dog but the horses are visiting the neighbors. I roll tired Hubby out of bed. He's grumbling and cussing like a cajon while he dresses. And out the door he goes, turns around and comes back to find his parka. It's COLD out. Dogs all follow him out the door. He hops on his 4 wheeler and takes off. Muttley and Bevo follow, the old dogs watch them like they are crazy and come back in the house. Did I mention it's COLD OUT.

 And being a brisk morning the horses don't want to get caught and wheel it down one of the woodland trails. Buddy herds them with the ATV generally back toward the barn with the dogs galloping along having a fine old time out in the woods. Bevo is fine with the horses. Buddy finally gets the horses looped around the trail and back to the barn, puts them up and feeds them. BORED now Muttley brings Bevo back to the house, it's almost 1/4 mile away. The entire excursion was at least a couple miles. No one knows how long, if ever, Bevo has been for a run, off lead, like this and the dog is TIRED.  

He plops down on the couch and crashes. You can really see how he had not been eating at the Vets this past month. He is shiny but his hip bones stick up like razor blades. Back to the house Buddy gets coffee, grits, bacon, and eggs. Calls the dogs and they each get a tidbit. And then the old man goes back to bed. Blissfully the rest of Saturday is spent quietly. Watching TV and napping. Bevo discovers Buddy's laundry basket and dumps it, happily settling down to sleep on the nice smelly clothes. Red joins him and they snuggle up like a puppy pile. Never really seen this in adult dogs before. Bevo starts dreaming, feet going and making little squeaky noises. Red starts licking his face and ears. I think old Red Dawg is getting senile. It's like he is taking care of a puppy. Wierd. 

Afternoon,  Buddy makes a quick grocery store run. Dogs all follow him out the door and Bevo sticks his head in the car door like he wants to come too. Hubby was going to let him but the dog decides he staying home with Red and the two take off around the back of the house.  Not being from Texas, don't really like the name BEVO so today his new name presented itself...Red's Shadow. He and old Red Dawg have become inseparable. So now I have to retrain myself to call Shadow and not Bevo. Ah, and a quiet night. Except for Muttley doing his howling wolf impressions at 3 a.m., as usual.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Trips Taken for the Love of a Breed

by guest author and dog lover Scott Maze.
"We learned a lot in our first year of breeding Transylvanian Hounds, but I confess I never really thought about the logistics of delivering the puppies.  That was a mistake, but correcting it has been very enjoyable.  The lesson began with our first litter, which was born in January.  The first two puppies to leave us went to Indiana.  They were escorted by a wonderful lady who actually came to California to personally pick out the show-quality female she wanted, and ended up taking another puppy with her.  The fun part is that those two puppies rode to Indiana with her on a private jet owned by her friend!  We have an in-flight photo of the two in their carriers, with pilot and co-pilot in the background along with an interior complete with beautiful wood paneling.  What a way to begin!
After our Hollywood-style start, however, things got pretty mundane.  Several puppies went to local owners, while one took a cross-country flight on a commercial airliner.  I felt sorry for her, traveling alone to be greeted by strangers, but her new owners sent along some of their clothing so she would know their smell and she acclimated very quickly.  After that, I thought the delivery process was pretty much over.  Then we found Rod Michaelson through his Redbirddog blog and realized we both live in the same town and share the same interests.   We’ve enjoyed hiking and socializing with Rod, Joanie and their Vizslas and our hounds love their off-leash time in the open space with Bailey and Chloe. 
We also went to Hungary for the first time. Our trip to Hungary resulted from our interest in breeding Kopós, as Transylvanian Hounds are known in Hungary, and the friendships that came out of that interest.  Our friends there owned Avar, the male who made our breeding program possible.  While we were there, we spent several days in Transylvania, now part of Rumania.  We visited many Kopó owners, a Kopó kennel and a dog show held in an ancient castle in the city of Alba Iulia, originally founded by the Romans. The show included a variety of breeds, including Vizslas, Kopós, and many others. 

The female owned by our Hungarian hosts had a litter of eleven puppies before we arrived, all but one destined for the United States, and we brought four back when we returned.  Delivering those puppies was not difficult, although one stayed long enough for us to start falling in love with her.  She finally flew to Los Angeles with her new owner, but not before we spent five hours at the airport.  She had stayed with us so long that she would not fit in a carry-on.  We ended up finding a crate, changing airlines, then changing flights before we could wave good-bye.    

But the story continued, as our friend from Hungary arrived within the month with another four puppies, the remainder of the litter.  Three of these puppies were spoken for and two of them were quickly delivered.  The third puppy was promised to a family in Western Canada and I thought our friend was delivering it.  That was true, but it was not the whole story.  Our friend had promised to deliver that puppy to Tacoma, Washington the day after he arrived in San Francisco—and he intended to drive it there himself!   After twenty-six hour hours awake and a thirteen-hour flight from Budapest, our friend would not subject that puppy to more of the same.  However, his co-driver begged off the night before he left, so I became co-driver on a sixteen hundred mile round trip that took thirty-four hours.  We did stop to sleep, but my wife Maria packed lots of food so we spent the rest of the time driving.   The trip resulted in the on-time delivery of that puppy to a happy young family whose two children were surprised and delighted that they were taking a puppy home with them.
After returning in the wee hours of Saturday morning, I thought I was finally done delivering puppies for a while, but then Rod got involved.  A nice couple from Wyoming had contacted him, asking whether he thought a Vizsla would be appropriate for their situation.  Along with his Vizsla information, Rod suggested they might consider a Transylvanian Hound.  They already knew about the breed, so they did some research and looked at our website.   Monday as we took our Kopós for their walk, Maria got a call from the lady, who was very interested.  Maria explained this was the last puppy available and that it came from the kennel we had visited in Transylvania, so we knew the breeder and had seen the puppy, its’ parents and littermates.   That night, Maria sent photos of the parents, his littermates and kennel, and information about these Hounds.
Within days, the folks in Wyoming decided they wanted that puppy.  This time there was no one else, so I was elected to go alone and to go immediately so the puppy would have more time to acclimate in his new surroundings.  No, I did not drive all the way to Wyoming, but I did leave Walnut Creek at six o’clock Friday morning to deliver the puppy to his new owners in Sparks, Nevada, where we had agreed to meet.  My trip took over three hours but the new owners put me to shame—they had driven straight through the night without stop with their fifteen year old Italian Greyhound to meet me that morning!  I made the delivery, drove back through the Sierras and was home in time for a late lunch.

Viggo settling with "Monkey" at home in Jackson Hole, Wyoming

 The puppy, his new owners and their greyhound again drove straight through to his new home in Jackson Hole, a round trip of over twenty hours in driving time alone!   (910 miles from Walnut Creek to Jackson Hole)

Viggo exploring his new forever home in the mountains around Jackson Hole
I am no longer naïve enough to say my days as a delivery boy are over, because I know better.   There will be more litters in the future—and who knows?   Rod may work some more of his magic.  But I’ll do anything I can to help anyone who loves dogs enough to drive twenty hours straight to get one!"

Scott (California Transylvanians)

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

"Just a Dog"

by Richard Biby of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
 Originally published in the
February 2006 issue of The Versatile Hunting Dog 

"From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog", or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog". They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog".  
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog". Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog", but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog", and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog", then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend", "just a sunrise" or "just a promise".
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man". So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog", just smile, because they "just don't understand".

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Runnin’ with the RedBirdDogs!

Guest writer Maria's take on Monday late afternoon's adventures in the hills southeast of Walnut Creek.  We explored the Walnut Creek Open Spaces of the Diablo Foothills.  
Maria and husband Scott are breeders of a very rare and threatened with extinction breed.

The Transylvanian Hound
They created the website recently(website link below):

"Monday we took our “pack” out for our third run with the RedBirdDogs! That would be Rod and his Hungarian Vizslas. Our pack of Transylvanian Hounds, consists of parents Hannah (5) and Avar (2), plus their two 8-month old sons Adam and Attila. In her earlier years Hannah enjoyed off leash adventures in the hills around us, but since becoming pregnant last November she has only been out for on leash walks. Running in the open space is an entirely new experience for Avar who spent the first year of his life in Budapest, Hungary and of course for Adam and Attila as well. 

        Hannah, Chloe, Adam, Attila, Avar and Bailey exploring the hills.


For our inexperienced pack they are fortunate to have Bailey and Chloe, their Vizsla friends to show them “hunting etiquette” in suburban open space. Until we took Adam and Attila out for a short jaunt last week, “the boys” only had experience chasing squirrels in our back yard and could only dream of chasing the deer we’ve encountered walking the neighborhood on-leash.

Bailey, Adam, Avar, Attila, Chloe and Hannah streak across the hillside.


Transylvanian Hounds (Erdelyi Kopó) are scent hounds and were bred to hunt bear, boar, deer and lynx. They are also known as a driving hound as they are a game chaser, whose job it is to drive the quarry towards the hunter. They generally work in small packs of 2-4 dogs, with the older dogs teaching the younger dogs hunting skills. 

Hannah, Attila, Adam and Avar in the late afternoon sunlight


Like a kid in a candy store our pack’s exuberance was palpable! Unlike a kid in a candy store, they were relatively well behaved. Our purpose was to take them out to experience the “great outdoors” and to learn off leash behavior. We did expect them to catch scents and give chase, they did not disappoint! To hear their hunting cry echo through the hills as we watched them streak across the open spaces  giving chase was an absolute thrill. Then seeing them happily return, panting and grinning, was a very proud moment indeed. 

            Adam, Bailey, Avar, Attila, Hannah and Chloe running back to us


They tested their limits and gave chase again, feeling more confident in their abilities and more comfortable ranging away from us. We put them back on their leashes a couple of times to remind them not to range so far and so independently. Overall for a young inexperienced pack they showed remarkable skill and obedience. These Kopó have earned another jaunt into the hills with the RedBirdDogs as their leaders!"

        Heading for home, Bailey, Attila, Avar, Hannah, Chole, and Adam

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Run in Dog Heaven

Bailey and his Hungarian posse covering the hills of the East Bay.
Chloe and four Transylvanian hounds.

Coming back to us from a expedition into the hills.  Chloe played the pack leader.
She is the oldest of the six dog group.

She was so proud to be at the front.

Bailey takes the lead again

In the below picture, on the hill at the top right are two deer in flight.  At the bottom left are six dogs in full pursuit.  Bailey just crossing the paved country road.
 No worries though; the dogs never got close, but boy were they excited by the time they finally came back!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Dr. Becker: Truth About Spaying and Neutering

Published on Sep 29, 2013 Dr. Karen Becker, a proactive and integrative wellness veterinarian, discusses all about neutering or spaying in pets.

A Video released September 29, 2013 too important not to share with all owners or potential owners of Vizslas.  The best 25 minutes you will spend this week, hands down.  Share with your friends and put an end to the practice of unnecessary early spay and neutering in the United States and Canada.