Going to my poppop's house

Hi friends! Guess what I am doing tonight? Mommy and daddy are taking me to Poppop's house. Poppop is mommy's grandfather, but he is really more like another daddy to her. He lives 1 block from the beach, which is my favorite place to be.

But, his beach doesn't allow doogs on it. I know, that is gross descrimination. I am looking into legal representation in my wrongful descrimination suit, but until then, I am not allowed on that beach.

But, there is a special beach that is just a short car ride away that is just for doggies. I love it there! Usually there are other Vizsla dogs there, so I have friends to do fast running with. There is also a dog park for me to go to.

So, I guess you can see why I am so happy about going to Poppop's house. Plus, I like Poppop and love to run around his house because it is big and full of lots of good sniffs. And there are all kinds of old stuffies that I think should be mine.

One more thing. I want to say Happy Birthday to my Uncle Doug. He is who I am named after, so I really love him a lot. Mommy and daddy and I are going to his birthday party on Sunday. I am excited to see him and really excited to chase the cat that lives at his house.

See, I am a happy Vizsla!

Wordless Wednesday: Go go gadget tongue

I'm baaaaccccckkkkkk!

Hi there friends! Do you remember me? Douglas, the Vizsla. I know that I have been missing for a while now, but I am back now. Mommy had a lot going on and well, she was just plain lazy in helping me with my blog. After hours and hours of whining, mommy agreed that I need a creative outlet for my energy, so I am back in the blogging world.

So what have I been doing? Well, I got a new foster brother, James Bond, right around Christmas time, but he already went to his forever home. I am cool with that because he liked to do humpies on me all of the time. Then my friend Jed, the Boston terrorer, came to stay with us while his mommy and daddy went on a cruise. Jed is fun, but guess what? He likes to do humpies on me too. Craziness.

Mommy was sick and had to have a surgery, but I was there to nurse her back to health. Well, actually I wanted to give her lots of hugs, but daddy said that I needed to stay with all four on the ground because of her incisions. When James Bond has his neuter incision, he was able to play with me. Mommy must be a big baby.

Anyway, I know that there was a lot more that happened while I was on my bloggy break, but that is the major stuff.

Wait, Uncle Doug moved in with us too. I am named after him because he is daddy's bestest friend. Uncle Doug lived with us for a while, which was great because he loved to play with me. He did move back out, but he still comes over to see me all of the time.

And now some pictures.
My foster brother James Bond. He is a GSP, whatever that means.


James Bond and I on bird watch.


A happy Doug.