What's the point?

Caught in the Act! We actually made our mum edit these video clips. In the first one from point to flush took about 9 minutes. (Watching. Paint. Dry. Big. Yawn. Are words that spring to mind)

Here is one we prepared earlier!

Mind you we have always had the best mentors

Cleo(1991-2006) daughter Saffie(1995-2005) .. and little Hattie




Saffie age 9 and .... baby Hattie

Publish for now. Still looking for lovely old doglet pics.

Bonjour!

Les Filles Rouges d'Ecosse (merci B3) just want to say that we will be back soon. Oops pardon! Bientot!



Oh and at long last we have updated our links list to include our lovely transatlantic chums.

Back soon. Very soon. XXXXXX

Rest in Peace Darling Radio

Yesterday Radio died. He was only 3 years old. Radio was everything that is good and brave and humbling about our most beautiful breed.



Radio had polymyositis and other immune mediated problems too. Throughout his short life he was an inspiration to all who were privileged enough to meet him whether in person (such a loving, cheerful and talented boy) or through his blog. He brought laughs and joy to very many people across the global vizsla community and he will always be so fondly remembered and cherished. His contribution to raising awareness about myositis in vizslas is immeasurable.

Our thoughts are with Andrea and Lasse. We do not think that there could possibly have been more devoted owners.



Redgirls and Di loved Radio very much indeed. Blogworld will feel empty without him.

A DREAM Holiday !!!!

Well. We don't usually post twice in one week but the most exciting thing EVER has just happened. And we have to thank that queen of urban cool - the very pretty little Mz Brisztow Jones.



We are still pinching ourselves but our pal organised a dream holiday .. to NYC .. with everything more wonderful than ever we could have imagined. We are still too busy shopping and partying to go to an internet cafe but pretty Mz Brizstow asked her staff to post some pictures of us having just the most amazing time.

*** Here *** they are. Definitely our best shots ever. How lucky are we redgirls to have just such a lovely friend? We hope one day return the favour. Thank you, thank you Brisztow. Hugs and urban MWAHS!!!

Town versus Country

Redgirls have been banging on about this for EVER and you all know how desperate we are to escape from this hell hole on earth. Every day we check out the blogs of all our down south friends and that of the queen of cool pretty Mz Brizstow Jones and we know that we are missing out big time! And now we see that the topic Town/Country is on the Discussion Group.

WELL! Hold us back!

To tell it from the beginning.

This is why our mum loves Scotland. She calls it peace, space and tranquillity.



And this is why redgirls HATE Scotland. We call it bloody boring.



No shops. No parks. No Parties. No chums (well .. apart from disgusting gross stinky labradors and annoying terriers. And things called hounds) No buses. No social life. No McDonalds wrappers. No tubes. No viz whizzes. No canals. No cats in gardens.

Redgirls have urban ambitions. We know what we want.



Mum had an idea today. She wanted to do something on an Isadora Duncan theme. She wanted us to get behind the wheel with our Bugatti gear.




Well. Crap timing. Co-operation? No way! Does she not *get* how pissed off we are?




Oh. Please. God. If you are good? Maybe don't show our urban blogworld chums this pic ???

Happy Vizsla 2008

Well we are not so sure. Mum has decided that we are lawless and things have to change. For a start she's switched our lovely pink blog back to boring tasteful country colours. Yawn.

We had a fab Christmas though.

Lots of people. And when we were not in their beds .. then .. they were in ours. Excellent.

But now it's back to reality.

Which isn't so bad really. Today we had some snow

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OUR BLOGWORLD CHUMS

Vizsla Girls in Vogue

Yes. Redgirls are in that place called season. Both of us. We have come over all very peculiar and for the past 10 days can only think of boys. We are off our food. We bark and whine during the night. Mum seems irritated with us and we do not understand why.

The only good thing is that we have found a new game. And the brilliant thing is that you can play it anywhere.

In the House.

In the Garden.

Sometimes even on walks we break off from hunting to have a quick play!

Mum DOES seem annoyed. We heard her talking darkly of the "knife".

Whatever can she mean??

A vizsla looks good in PINK

Wahaaaay. She's gone to bed. And forgotten about parental controls.

PINK!! What do you think??






Do you like our new clothes?? They are very exclusive designer labels. "George" and "Cherokee" Mum says that these are famous Paris and Milan fashion houses.

Haggis

Yes. The Glorious 12th. Of November. The start of the haggis season. It lasts only 2 weeks. H. vulgaris are now on the endangered species register and are incredibly rare. The season has to be very limited. The taste of genuine wild haggis is not to be compared with that of the disgusting things in butchers shops. (Artificial. Sheeps stomachs membranes. Stuffed with offal/oatmeal/spices. A travesty.)

Redgirls have to brag and share. Today we caught a real one. They are so FAST. We've never hunted so well. This is definitely our ultimate achievement. Our mum is really proud of us.

Flush

Kill

Evil eye(they are actually quite scary)

Proud

In traditional dress

Our haggis will now hang to mature until the 25thJanuary. Here is our very favourite video clip of a Burns Night Supper. Ooo. Naughty boy!

All of the biggest landed estates in Scotland are clamouring for our haggis. We'll probably choose Balmoral. We like the sound of The Honourable Redgirls MBE.

Our Hero - Super Radio

Radio was on holiday. In the lake district. On the door step we thought. But Andrea and Lasse and Radio being who Andrea and Lasse and Radio are were buried in the very middle of nowhere. Redgirls stopped at a lot of farmhouses before finally they found their hero.

Totally beautiful scenery



We went for a very long walk. Andrea out in front. Papping as she goes.




Redgirls loved meeting up again with Radio. Old games are best



And it was good to catch up on celebrity gossip



It was a lovely day.

We are Beautiful!

Well of course we are. But girl to girl a bit of colour always helps.

Redgirls love Autumn.

There are mice.



And moles


And hare


And bliss upon bliss pheasants


And the best news is that we're going to have computer rights for a while and can talk to our pals. YEH !

Will you still need me, will you still feed me ... ??

.... when I've lost my teeth. (Waiting for dentures)

Well. This a bit of a ridiculous apology for a long absence.

Oh and also "homage" to Toni with his many chequered musical analogies. He's not as old as our mum though. Click BLUSH . See what we mean ??

By the way Redgirls are VERY jealous of Diesel's social life. And Radio's. And Charlie's. And Hamish's. And Ziggi's.

So. We just needed to say that we are still here. And always checking out all of your blogs. And loving them. And looking forward to having something interesting to tell you about.

Redgirls doing mwah things. XXX

HELP! S.O.S.! HELP!

That's it. We've had enough. No fun. No shops. No adventures like our down south friends. We are bored out of our skulls. We have to get out of here. This is an emergency. HELP! Please rescue us!

We're packed and ready to go. Oh please help !

A special present for Mum

But was she grateful? No she was NOT. Took us aside. And explained very slowly (like we're thick or something) that we are NOT allowed to do our own thing.


Evidently "proper" gundogs sit at their master's side. And retrieve on command only once game has been shot. Uuuh? Well obviously redgirls have no intention whatsoever of remembering *that* particular little lecture. Cut out the middlemen say we! Save the planet!

Thanks to mum's meddling this pheasant got away. And was only just a little less bushy in the tail feather department. It was a hot day so we expect he felt cooler. He was probabably grateful to the redgirls for their help.

Redgirls LOVE cats !

So why do they run away?

And hiss and spit at us ?