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 ?

Redgirls go to the Seaside

It's little Charlie Morph's fault. All that talk of beach huts.


We see no ships. Or shops. Or beach huts. Sadly.

Sit?? Here ?? Why??


Wanna PLAY

Redgirls meet Radio

At long last!




Our Hero.









Bonnie Prince Radio (and his loyal tartan army)

Just HOW loved is this Radio ??

Line Dancing

But Hat the Fat is out of step. Her head has been so full of nonsense recently that obviously she's skipped the practice sessions.

Hormones ! !

Hormones. Yes. VERY peculiar things. Last week I longed for babies and now I remember that actually I don't much like them. Too well do I recall young Bert's arrival !

Dear Nana Cleo lived with us then. She was NOT fond of small v people. Once upon a time she had a family of her own. Nana Cleo was very very old and extremely wise. I guess she knew best !

No Babies After All ...

well .. no.. it was a bit of a false alarm. Am feeling embarassed. I just so love cuddling up with puppies !!

A redgirl is listening for the patter of tiny paws!!

Senior redgirl here. Answering to Fattie Hattie at the moment. Yes. I am CERTAIN that my babies will be here soon. Very soon. Probably tonight. I am frantically reorganising the nursery. Unlike my stick insect housemate I have always been rather proud of my womanly curves but now .. well .. I am blooming! Laydee boobs at the ready !! I do hope that I have some girl babies .. I am dreaming of pink accessories - collars and bedding obviously but I've looked in the catalogues and have my eye on some really dinky fleeces too.

I heard mum on the phone twittering on about a "phantom pregnancy" ?? anyone heard of ?? Anyway forget her. MY hormones know for sure what is going on. Hmmm. I do have to say that I cannot precisely recall (shy cough) a "wedding ceremony" but I guess that could easily be the kind of thing that a busy working girl would most likely forget about ?

Anyway back to sorting out my birthing arrangements.

Misery

We are sooo unhappy.

Our hero. Radio. Is going out with another woman.

Yesterday. Doberlady (a black/tan BITCH?)

Radio went to Knightsbridge. To Harvey Nichols. A stones throw from Harrods.

And sent us the pictures.

Too cruel.

This Vizsla Redgirl wants to be a zero dress size

Yes. Younger redgirl Berta here (do HATE that blokey name. WHY did she not call me fifi or mitzi or paris or something else girlie). Anyway I have ALWAYS been health conscious. Obviously I don't do the "diet" word (too much bad press). But I HATE fat. So. I am quite a "selective" about food. NO CARBS!! And as little otherwise as I can get away with. Well. BC (before crufts) she got so uptight about what she calls my "toast rack" look that she pulled out all the stops. Whole chickens. Lamb. Stuff in the freezer that had been there for a while. Pheasant. Salmon. Pork pies. Sausages. Sometimes I capitulated. (But I always spotted and rejected the sneaky carbs like rice or pasta or even potatoes .. yuk) And despite myself I put on a pound or two.

Now. Why I am here. Is there a forum for abused vizslas? I can hardly bear to talk about it.

For the past couple of days she has slapped down odious things (eg tripe ???!!) and said (wait for it) "like it or lump it" Well of course I just shan't eat. And soon I will be a tiny zero dress size.

Redgirls need time to think

Here we are. Back in Scotland. Crufts a week ago.
Feeling pensive.

Town / Country ?? Town / Country ??

A life changing moment. Well. Do YOU see any shops ??

Taking bearings on nearest Harvey Nicks. Edinburgh?? Leeds ??

Vizsla Redgirls do Crufts

We have just done the best thing ever. We went abroad to a place called Crufts. It was sooo exciting. We nearly BURST.
For a while we had guessed that something mighty strange was going on. We were being cossetted and pampered. Encouraged to take a pride in our appearance (yippee .. about time too). Special food. Extra rations. Supplements. A pedicure. A session with the dental hygienist. Much brushing and polishing. A night in a hotel where we both slept like logs on top of humum.

And suddenly we were there. And yes oh yes we always KNEW that we were cut out for city life. Hustle and bustle. Crowds. Things to do, places to go, people to see.

SHOPPING!!!!!

There was a tedious bit in the middle where we all had to stand still. And then we had to run around and it wasn't a game or anything and there weren't any pheasants. Very odd. Another strange thing was that some extremely attractive vizslas seemed very pleased to be getting things called "rosettes" but they were rubbish colours so we were very relieved not to be offered one.

Anyway thankfully once that bit was over it was back to the meeting and greeting, seeing and being seen. There were some VERY handsome boys there. Redgirls spotted them straight away !! And flirted like mad when we got the chance. We are pretty sure that we turned a few heads. As ever Redgirls dream of eloping to more civilised parts of the world.

We desperately wanted to show you some pics of us looking our best. Where WERE the paparazzi ?? For once they might just have been a tiny bit useful. Up here they dog our every footstep.

Well anyway. There WERE some family album pics (you will spot us .. we are the two particularly pretty ones)

We do have lots of other things to tell you. One day soon.

Mountain Rescue

Well suddenly we are not so busy and have been able to turn our attention to other assignments. Our first SAR operation! An elderly lady had disappeared whilst out hill walking and redgirls were asked to help find her. Well of course we managed. She was a good bit heavier than a pheasant though.

Vizslas rescue an old lady

... the search party look for clues (but the terrier person seems to be thinking about rabbits!!!)





... lets find the poor old thing




... we are getting there



... the redgirls are closing in



Berta retrieves the poor old lady. Fortunately her pink hat had kept the cold at bay.