
Sweet William's Willow, Willie, was the dog that got me into showing. He is a Vizsla, with more Hungarian import blood than most. While most Vizslas are about 22 in tall, he's closer to 25" or 26" and weighs a whopping 65 lbs. Big, blocky, he puts those American types to shame. I bought him as a family dog, but through 4H I learned to handle him for Junior Showmanship. Needless to say, I was hooked! Willie didn't seem to enjoy it much, so after several AKC and UKC wins, Willie was retired to the life of comfort and obnoxious Poodles.
Willie was a very good puppy. After a horrible experience with a Golden/Lab cross, we had found our man. He was housebroken in days, never nipped or bit, and trained exceedingly easily. His only fault is loving to jump up and punch you in the nose with his, but as he ages, he'll listen to "AHHHG! DOWN!" more reliably. He passed his puppy class with honors and went on to try many differnt things. When he was 10 months old, I entered into our first show together and won 3rd. He was calm, cool, and handsome! Willie has been trained in obedience, agility, scent work, and assistance dog exercises. His favourite task is taking socks upstairs and putting them away.
When Daisy first entered out home, little did he know that his quiet, comfortable life was about to change. And not for the better! Sure he wouldn't have to enter shows anymore, but this little puff of fur LOVED to hang off his ears. This is, unfortunately, a trait that has been passed down to Daisy's daughter Eavan. As Daisy and Willie have aged, especially during a certain time of the year for Daisy, they've reached a sort of truce and it is sometimes possible to see them having fun together or "accidently" sharing a bed. Eavan is still the bane of his exsistance. Obnoxious to a fault, Willie sometimes will deign to play a game of tug or fetch with her.
Willie is our "Big Boy" and I don't know what we'd do without him. Plauged by allergies and numerous growths over the years, he's finally reached a need for a diet (going from a scary 48 lbs to chunky nearly 70 lbs) and is starting to go gray around the muzzle. Maybe now that he's slowing, he'll be able to finish that obedience trial or enter that agility competition without trying to clear the top of the hoop instead of going through it. But I doubt it...


Willie was a very good puppy. After a horrible experience with a Golden/Lab cross, we had found our man. He was housebroken in days, never nipped or bit, and trained exceedingly easily. His only fault is loving to jump up and punch you in the nose with his, but as he ages, he'll listen to "AHHHG! DOWN!" more reliably. He passed his puppy class with honors and went on to try many differnt things. When he was 10 months old, I entered into our first show together and won 3rd. He was calm, cool, and handsome! Willie has been trained in obedience, agility, scent work, and assistance dog exercises. His favourite task is taking socks upstairs and putting them away.
When Daisy first entered out home, little did he know that his quiet, comfortable life was about to change. And not for the better! Sure he wouldn't have to enter shows anymore, but this little puff of fur LOVED to hang off his ears. This is, unfortunately, a trait that has been passed down to Daisy's daughter Eavan. As Daisy and Willie have aged, especially during a certain time of the year for Daisy, they've reached a sort of truce and it is sometimes possible to see them having fun together or "accidently" sharing a bed. Eavan is still the bane of his exsistance. Obnoxious to a fault, Willie sometimes will deign to play a game of tug or fetch with her.
Willie is our "Big Boy" and I don't know what we'd do without him. Plauged by allergies and numerous growths over the years, he's finally reached a need for a diet (going from a scary 48 lbs to chunky nearly 70 lbs) and is starting to go gray around the muzzle. Maybe now that he's slowing, he'll be able to finish that obedience trial or enter that agility competition without trying to clear the top of the hoop instead of going through it. But I doubt it...

