I never grew up around a dog, so when my husband decided to get a dog I was a little nervous. We did a lot of research to try and find what dog would best fit our needs and abilities. My criteria were that the dog be calm, easygoing and not jump all over people.
One night, Chad told me he had finally found the perfect dog. So I ran over to the computer to read all about Vizslas. Hungarian pointer, loyal companions, etc. Then I got to the paragraph where it says they have a lot of energy, are lively and “bounce around in pure excitement.” I looked at Chad to see if he was joking, but he wasn’t. Apparently I wasn’t very clear about my desire for a calm dog.
A few days later he informed me he had found a breeder and was going that weekend to look at the litter. Fast forward a few weeks later and we were bringing Levi home. Though it’s not rare that I have to tell Levi to settle down, I wouldn’t change “our” decision to get a Vizsla. All he has to do is snuggle up by me on the couch…
