My uncle, a doctor in Kansas City, Ks. had a friend who knew somebody who had this wonderful “new” breed of hunting dog that he thought would be perfect for our family. While we had never heard of a Vizsla, my dad thought we try one out and ”Honey”, as I named her, arrived by air from Omaha, in early 1969. My uncle was right, she was intelligent, unique, talented and soon became my best friend and companion, as well as our hunting dog. I was hooked; from that time, with the exception of a few years while I was in college and grad school, there have been one or more Vizslas in my home. I have been involved in rescue for 20+ years. Rescue is a household activity with my husband Daryl and our son Andy both helping with our rescue program. It’s hard to remember a time when there hasn’t been at least three or four Vizslas in our house. I currently own three Vizslas (all rescues that never made it to the website!) Cody,(an abused and abandoned fear-biter) who is now a 14 +/- happy old man, Mini-Mag ( a perfect, but small – 28 lb. 8 yr. old) and Topo, ( a 5 lb., 13 wk. starving pup) who is now a 3 year old thriving young lad. We also have one very rare “black vizsla”, Ziva who doubles as Andy’s duck hunting black lab. And there is always one or more rescues living with us as well. We have two house cats who act more like dogs than cats, and two geckos who are very content to remain behind their glass house as there is almost always a cat or dog on the other side. Outside there is a pastures full of quarter horses, and of course, plenty of barn cats in the barns. Rescue and fun with the dogs is my only focus with Vizslas. When we’re not all playing in the creek, or running the pastures, or kickin’ back at the lake, you’ll find us lounging around the house with the critters, scrambling for space on the sofa.