tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70825033065935507252024-03-05T00:36:27.095-05:00My Vizsla Tessplay play play play play play play play play play play play play play sleepTesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-56787198991664025762009-03-15T11:27:00.004-04:002009-03-15T11:50:32.055-04:00Vizsla(In Slow Motion)<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Can it be true? A Vizsla in Slow Motion? Yes, and I have experienced it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I had Tess spayed on Thursday. Dropped her off in the morning and picked her up around 7p.m. The vet's office said she did good(they had a coon hound in there that drove them crazy howling) but she was still a little sore. So I took her home and layed her on the couch and covered her with the freshly washed blankie. Poor Tess just layed there, motionless and quiet, the total opposite of a Vizsla. It is sooo weird not having an active Tess around, weird beyond words!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I let Tess sleep on the couch all night, and in the morning she ambled up the stairs to greet me. But it wasn't the Vizsla butt-waggle greeting that is so normal to her. By Friday afternoon I could tell she was feeling better, she had a little more pep in her step. I am happy to say she is almost 100% this morning. She jumped up on the bed all by herself last night(yes I am babying her and letting her sleep with me, although she is like a brick and nothing can move her). I had to saw lumber yesterday, and when I got home she was happy-go-lucky...her tail told me so.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I also want to give Kudos to my vet, Dr. Flanders. My old vet Doc Greer passed away the fall before I got Tess. Doc Greer was my Grandpa's vet, my Dad's vet, and my vet. When I was in college for pre-vet I spent one summer shadowing Doc Greer and learned a lot(he was a large and small animal practitioner). So when I got Tess, I had to get a new vet. I went to school with Dr. Flanders(he graduated one year before me), was in FFA with him, we were both in Band, and went to the same college. He is a great vet, which is an understatement. Thanks Dr. Flanders.</span>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-17286774379595786272009-01-29T12:07:00.002-05:002009-01-29T12:17:21.552-05:00Ice PrincessWe goot a good amount of snow Tuesday night. And my old house tends to get icicles on the back roof, which has a low roof line. So now every time Tess goes outside, she expects a treat when she comes back in. Her treat?? An icicle. And. She. Loves. Them. She grabs the hunk of ice out of my hand and runs off to her treat spot, where she crunches and munches until there is none left. <br /><br />My wonderful girlfriend decided to make Tess a fleece coat(something about she felt sorry for my poor little doggie with the short coat...ever hear of a Vizsla Thermal Unit?). Tess wasn't impressed, and tried to jump out of it immediately. Obviously it will take some time to get her used to it. I'll get some pictures to share...as soon as she stands still.LOLTesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-14160377647401132432008-12-05T08:59:00.004-05:002008-12-05T09:19:44.880-05:00Field Day<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Tess got her first day of pheasant hunting the day before Thanksgiving. And then we went the day after Thanksgiving. Indiana has put-and-take hunts where you pay to hunt on state land, and they release two birds per hunter. </span><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Tess didn't do too bad for her first hunt. She did well with the other dogs in our party, an 11-month old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">GSP</span>(Cassie) and Hook, a 6 year old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GSP</span>. But being only 13 months old herself, she did well. I was afraid she might get scared of the gunshots, but it was the opposite: she got really excited and looked to the sky every time she heard a shot. Thanks to Hook, everybody in the hunting party got their limit of birds.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">On Friday, she did a little better. At one point we were going through a wooded patch and she went on point. There was a hen in the leaves and it blended in so well I didn't see it at first. That was my second bird for the day. The first came when my brother's dog Chip, an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">english</span> setter, and Tess double teamed a rooster. After the bird went down, Chip was all over it on the retrieve....however Tess was right there and Chip got mad and didn't want to give me the bird. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Jenni was along on Friday and was taking pictures. Here's a pic of Hook's dad getting ready to put my first bird in my game pouch(I'm on the right), with Tess looking on.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276308709204772578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_U0Z5GisDgNrgkqkUeNSYeVLqk9lyqUYqOIyw4QP0YnomSXh2h8tziFtCRr2GQgNk3hJOHwTVAtU6-SWLvOX2nFOi_XAcTHmXtlJuz3jISh1CzG5ciwTOP2WeeVMgj1jupEk9-b7MThG/s320/429857421_DdpHE-M.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">And here's a pic after the hunt of me and Tess:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276309138849800914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkecpUuLjXFl7CBxOpgla8LDU4o0mb3efyvokAnzZZr0fFRcqkVs1AOUodfONT8ycFd2oPfuI94AfThWGMEPsRvx0j8XhRkaABMxwB8lKwfughUwzWax_Bh9SCjJwPleVY5S9KazmwQUYY/s320/429868339_iyU7j-M.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We will be going out tomorrow to do what's called clean-up, looking for released birds that are still out there. My brother and Chip will be going also, hope the weather cooperates.</span></p>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-83140062106402506322008-11-05T11:27:00.005-05:002008-11-05T11:58:02.505-05:00Miss FancyPants<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span> <div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Look at them fancy pants! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265211338984090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicr0qReRYsT_B9g9-MAo9MoxM37wQ1zBfcI3J13lcK3AUUBPqQxRzgO1-YZbr6IUASCRG9KtoSJjj3hJB7-kxoQRuYtdKu16_vP-W7W0-6Ek6S7CqmmEz_wlz5_o8WEsbt9oxPgkXt_96Z/s320/FancyPants2.JPG" border="0" /></span></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Tess turned One year old on October 30. She also started her first heat cycle, thus the fancy pants. I was starting to wonder when she would go in cycle, and figured with my luck it would be the week before Indiana's put-n-take pheasant season. Looks like I was wrong. And thanks to my wonderful girlfriend, Tess has some new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fancypants</span>(sorry, I just like saying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fancypants</span>). She did the sewing and figuring out where the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">velcro</span> should go and all that good stuff. Here's another pic, which makes it look like Tess isn't too impressed with her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fancypants</span>:</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265211442278045250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROzPMj7hrIizDJUzSIpT7nLZ1g1J_kIr3r-poGrZqn2adN9lcNnSlP1BWpRO_O1djD2GjqKBrbDxMh6NQi462gqeu-r1suD5fDLVnNeKdq8N-LbhOLp8D9BquWzIllW5_6PToVt_bHWfV/s320/FancyPants1.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I must <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appologize</span> for not keeping updated, no excuses...I've just been a little slacking. </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I've been trying to get Tess ready for pheasants. My wonderful girlfriend got me the Perfect Start <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dvd</span> for my birthday in June, Thanks Jenni! I was also able to catch a couple pigeons, but had to buy a bunch more. In the yard, Tess likes to run around the pigeon like it's a game(not good). But in the field, she shows a genuine interest in finding the bird and pointing. So to help her along I bought a few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">DT</span> bird launchers. I got the manual launchers and am making my own receivers as shown on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">gundogforum</span>.com . I'm just waiting for the final parts to get in and I can finish the assembly and put them to use. The one thing I'm confident about is Tess' ability to retrieve. She loves retrieving her bumper, and when I introduced her to a pigeon, she retrieved that pretty well. Another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">goodie</span> Tess got was a training collar(maybe that was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">goodie</span> for me.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">LOL</span>), and she has taken to it very well. </span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I am looking forward to December because Tess and I will be going to South Dakota. In August I took my annual trip to the Black Hills. On the way out, I stopped a couple days and helped a farmer in the middle of the state in exchange for hunting pheasants on his land. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sooooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">loking</span> forward to hunting some wild pheasants. Ya see, in Indiana I only go to the put-n-take hunts where they release pen-raised birds. It's good hunting, but probably nothing like wild birds.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Heres</span> a couple more shots I took last week when we had a cold snap. I hadn't gotten my new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">woodstove</span> installed yet, so Tess made use of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">blankie</span> on the couch.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265217156510107858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxr_u1SUxmAd8XVSJ869v-jcZAKcrHcx7J4ICXn1lTVmQgMbyYfthUGQX-gI-lU3PRF-kEtxPorLRRF8y52zrq7jLsm8HuvIrTklsXF249ejmMeMRN5TXDCVOw-4zwRsHELqB10nED3f4/s320/Blankie3.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265217041028590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhtW6lQDKsrngn8iuIvAG8u5jjWnL8ot5JDEIWd4fRx-49fO-qUfp_O9jICw3FClg815ndtWppKTKrKSnSZ_gf_9gDt3W5dxl8DEy69CAZxFR03r122sgjRXKB2sGJTtRSfDZxlvldF_rT/s320/Blankie2.JPG" border="0" /></span></p></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Amazingly, she would actually stay on the couch when I got up to take the pics. Any other time, the minute I move to get up, she is off the couch and right beside me.</span>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-16448430204947575812008-04-29T22:16:00.000-04:002008-04-29T22:35:17.442-04:00Ouchie<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> Life with Tess is one thing after another...not complaining. Since I like to ride my bike, I thought I would introduce Tess to a new type of exercise. I took her out last week(we had a heat wave) and she did really well on Tuesday. So I decide to take her the next day. I don't ride fast, sometimes she will get up to a lope, but I don't overdo it for her. </span><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well on Wednesday we went out again...down the road, over a bridge, turn around, over the bridge, STOP! Yup, she decided to stop right in the middle of the bridge. And being how I still had her leash in my hand, I dang near fell over. Don't know what made her do that, but we continued on. Then she stopped again half-way home. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">When we got home, I got off the bike and was going to take her inside when I notice blood on the ground. Wasn't mine. Tess had skinned one of her front pads. Funny thing was, she wasn't limping around as she trailed blood all through the house(luckily I have wood and vinyl floors, easy cleanup). So I bandaged her foot up to stop the bleeding. She didn't mind it, but she decided to walk funny once the bandage was on. I used some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">neosporin</span> plus to help it along, and so it wouldn't hurt. She's all better now. Actually within a couple days she was bouncing around like a normal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Vizsla</span>. And last night she got a case of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">zoomies</span>(one of these days she's gonna break something).</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Here's a pic of her worn out with a bandaged paw:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194860282857407378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVyKSsjxvhw2hV29CNhI-mAi82VZKS4ZdmL8caCwCUNmHUEjkJgg1DDccUwEZknHEnMwyAtPdUAnR6sh1aGWKBikcGT515wN94sTm54LfPXlkSwj8VUgAyjatYWiZphVg8G1riqx8hAF5/s320/Tess31.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194860557735314338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygLe2D7dP4e79ER53NTa5p_5hqXZmZEHnH07eaLqygrbw9mftmM5dbEJbMujL-CcNh1KouPINMxVcV54MR0Vx9XhZ1g2c08KPFBSkGp5bnM6TteJa-KRSPEShzA-xT0zyjpTDp0WY6lc_/s320/Tess29.JPG" border="0" /></p>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-3036207248169355142008-03-28T18:02:00.000-04:002008-03-28T18:10:43.327-04:00The Aftermath....<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> ...Total Destruction.</span> <div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182917428029254658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9j728zb2Qfedubss2i9ewSDrrswjbx8q1ttO4VoB8MAKSICpinp5Ls_eXG6Sy2lbkYYFE74i7ruamKIqHUIuz9GFY1RCxU3hfq_O-NRtgNYMndpBA56nxPcPIw87lukSNJYGXO_fMq9h/s320/RopeToy1.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I got this rope toy for tess when I went and picked her up. It was a circle, about 4" in diameter with frayed ends. She grabbed one of my hats today and wanted to play with it, so I decided to give her a new toy. Her usual chewies are "crunchy bones", which she loves. Well I found out she loves rope toys also....loves to destroy them. This one lasted about 30 minutes. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182917578353110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VNUEbtK1wl16PN1BOHNWFaLE35Ls7fYC4efvOCiNBoITLCNMuU3Z7fWPoiBkpqNoBHjP24OU9_Fb9zLhUstYC1keQnyv_j_3Bqa2O8VMjujEf0cZWMM8IHCvqpK2UfuKKxmzSVdnvgtA/s320/RopeToy2.JPG" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182917715792063522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPl6L9IXsYgJZYfmZ4qQIdXAFyhAlDSymFzBVJhsYmIUeOsjMrVBl4ytdPI2-KZi4dxifvfa_uyDRGNuWRk0oEFw5vZBnSBYj6NmeV-ULbdEgGuxsE-5xbaF2OcF8caOrN63_IJQAf6Qpo/s320/RopeToy3.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182917814576311346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciLcdqToPL8L9zyLNdWj3teszItx9maHyA2EDEtAZeJFuIVxjGaunPnYyBcpr4b2avLEhwQluM_ImOBlPBAITSlecg5Vw0tz_g2-q7Nujq5JHQrlCOKlISB-1wN-q3Bt8_QHjPGvMD-a3/s320/RopeToy4.JPG" border="0" /></span></p>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-91702855973678740912008-03-07T18:25:00.000-05:002008-03-07T18:44:19.457-05:00Snowy Play<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I got some pictures of Tess while we were playing last week. She does well with retrieving a bumper. Treats help. I still keep her on a check-cord, so she won't run to play with Pike. After a bit of this, I let pike run around and play. But mostly Tess jumps all over Pike.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175146633655584690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV29YWSeLgtTQ808awn5VKLZu-CUVLtFw-_yyUpABd-YP1JWLMGuBPm8jZuelEdu5UwGx6smOQbPRFgZhA_pn_28DKzYSoDH9xWfBSSOzeyzVRbF6iVnhVSuGa9KJeN6PIMyRSLJDPxE1l/s320/Tess14.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">What? You want me to bring it all the way to you?</span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175146783979440066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC89fV4_4XA-eU8b5nWLyGL5hkw6t2jDB9PWAVUkUfGlzHabJRCkrDe2PmkDcHsSADSwpyXxJLCelq8xnWhYOA3bWqb77bIiMtLsw-e3RmWJxPyvnlHCSGCKSRr3HYj_0LcVHZY3VkVmtq/s320/Tess16.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175147003022772178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2XmLZFes5YWc0cambuzFNOA8iuR-OBLwsXu5p8UBHY8JE5vL_qWMwZLEfrMCFUX5JrPYCBjxCdcbSujYU1NCTgj558rHPpTvLPm5jwW_FgMnJbavNniQsgl_3hmoa0Txp4W5Tc1NYgh0/s320/Tess21.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hey, is that a bird over there?</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175147127576823778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTnjasfZQcim7CDeFv0ALeGw7fRneG-xY4ckfDQ8EsU-QJ6Y1o9WuZ3WRNfrcsCxi6ZW55zsGgEwUjiWO8-83yQUlMvQ6LpC7cbj4xUODjAUsamH6gaQPbmgRcVxjjlKr2yAlewCxkSFt/s320/Tess22.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Oh, we're supposed to be posing. Sorry Dad.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175147230656038898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkOPDEaGSCy8A-phw8RvTFlXax1fE62N0u54zJWBa31zqR2gPd8IfruP8AFZpi8nrvXnragIFJZsZawwxJM8vb2rYo3ZC1L1mbQngAM0WQnvRKsafjHj8MuaoDduHYA9KabsGPs4FMbDn/s320/Tess23.JPG" border="0" /></p>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082503306593550725.post-4801064884567012682008-02-28T11:26:00.000-05:002008-02-28T11:32:29.974-05:00A Blog For Tess<div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I started this blog for my little girl Tess, a beautiful intelligent Vizsla. Look forward to pictures and little stories of all the funny, crazy things Tess does.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQMag38LiFObIcs9wc3xJkuucTXoUU4A3hLGa5MDTtOedWU1r_PrHnX2E0kAJCVUpHIXt_jUn2hL0rLDmfIGCAA8VLKahVYVpyzsakzaI3AsOQAN8i6Rv6f_P8W-gA4CqH8hTV4DN4C15/s1600-h/Tess4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172069573659254514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQMag38LiFObIcs9wc3xJkuucTXoUU4A3hLGa5MDTtOedWU1r_PrHnX2E0kAJCVUpHIXt_jUn2hL0rLDmfIGCAA8VLKahVYVpyzsakzaI3AsOQAN8i6Rv6f_P8W-gA4CqH8hTV4DN4C15/s320/Tess4.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7bGKy57n-PKfG4Hqf04GikBfXnWWyWAtIBU82o-7zIEiK7NvyP4BDgwdXwbXjT8_aeBV8kwVZ_v_vzYOkSM5FenGfP9I2pFYlAS4uTz32o9eKwgj7cJ5fkTsfsnwm5TrjzkZSwk3dF9v/s1600-h/Tess3.JPG"></a></span></div></div>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439574491293309960noreply@blogger.com2