The past few days have been terribly exciting for me. Firstly, Mum, Dad and Uncle Jon took me to a Viz Whiz. Pure joy! There must have been 25 to 30 of us! I've never seen so many Vizslas (or Vizslak, as they say in the home country.) My sister Dizzy was late, so I didn't get to see her (yet) but I played with 13-wk old Charlie and watched the big dogs jump and play in the water; I'm still not so sure about all that wet stuff. We did pretty well to keep up for the first half of the trek across Richmond Park, but then had to let the big dogs move on.

When all hope of seeing my sister Dizzy had faded, suddenly, she was at my door!! I think this had to be the highlight of my life :) We recognised each other immediately and even though we were both exhausted from the Viz Whiz, we had the best play session ever. Parents were again talking of our weight, but as it turns out, even though I look bigger, Dizzy was longer, so we weighed the same. I would love to see her again, even better, some of my other sisters too.








The day didn't end there though. We took a ride down to Somerset to see Grandma and Grandpa. I don't think anyone could believe how well behaved I was - I was really just tired from all the excitement. They spoiled me with lots of love and affection. The next day, they took me out for a very cold and wet walk, and only afterwards did they buy me a coat. Nice gesture, but I could have used it a bit earlier. At the same time however, they bought me some pigs ears, so all was forgiven!

What a plonker... Dad chucked the Turkey in the bin and boy did he get some stick. I had to tell Mum where it was of course, heh heh :)



Wow what a present; a life size polar bear, which had the benefit of my jaws on emergence from the wrapping paper (What is it they always say, start as you mean to go on?) Thanks Mum and Dad.



Dad's a little slow on opening presents so I had to help out, on the whole though I heard a lot more 'good girls' than I did 'Troon, no.' Well it's Christmas, I had to give them a break.



Tiring day so crashed out on Mum's lap, although the constant comments about my weight are a little hurtful. How would they like it if I told them how much weight they had put on over the last few weeks. By the way, I gained another two pounds this week.

Age: 16 wks
Weight: 26 lbs
Merry Christmas!

Christmas is fast approaching and I am getting a little dog tired of all this preparation - they managed to snap these when I was about to nod off; just to confirm I am not a bloodhound and I am a happy puppy, so please don't send in the RSPCA. I've managed to pick up that the in-laws are flying over shortly - perfect, nothing like a bit of jet lag followed by some Vizsla love, should be fun I'll let you know how it goes :)

This toying with a crabapple was just a warm-up prior to my big hunt in Richmond Park. I'm hoping to catch a wildebeest sometime soon.

Today is my 15 wk birthday. Mum tells me I weighed in at 24 lbs. So, looks like I only gained 1 pound this week. I'm pretty sure that's because I'm not being given enough biscuits!

Troon's Weight Chart

We've been tracking Troon's weight, and as best as we can tell, she's on the path to 50 lbs (23 kg.) Click to enlarge.

Vizsla Event!

What: Richmond Viz Whiz
When: Thurs, 28 Dec 06 @ 10am
Where: Dysart Arms Pub, Petersham Road, Richmond, Surrey TW10 7AA
Organiser: Penny, Mobile phone number 07973 165661

Hope to see you there!

Troonisms

Troon is always waiting to greet us with a furry friend, whether away for two hours or two minutes. She holds them gently in her mouth, wags her tail incessantly and speaks in her grumbling, yet welcoming tones.

At night, she loves to be tucked in bed, wrapped in a warm blanket. She's out before you can say rumpelstiltskin. Troon can't seem to stay up any later than 9pm.

The mere scent of a biscuit immediately sends her into the sit or down position without a hand signal or a word spoken.

Troon loves to have her belly rubbed. She doesn't like the cold kitchen floor or when it's cold and wet outside.

Walks are often brought to an abrupt halt by... Troon; without warning she becomes Tigger, jumps two feet in the air, throws one of her paws over the lead, before looking you in the eye as if to say, 'Now what are you going to do about that?'

She should have been called sniffer or hoover. When walking with her, she sweeps back and forth, never taking her nose off the ground.

Troon loves to run free in Richmond Park. She's generally good with her recalls, but we cannot let her near joggers - she seems to know instinctively .. her future lies in being a running partner.

Age: 14 weeks
Weight: 23.5lbs

Christmas is coming and I'm getting into my stride with lots of thieving to wind up Mum and Dad. I think they might be getting the hang of it though so I'll have to devise some new games :). The Christmas tree looks great with lots of lights to hang from, just waiting for some presents in the stockings over the fire - I just love Christmas ! Oh this is my first, but it will be one to remember :)

Age: 13 wks
Weight: 21 lbs (9.5 kg)

Looks like I'm gaining about 2 lbs, (nearly 1 kg), per week! (Very soon, I will be big enough to steal biscuits off the dinner table ;)

Big weekend for Troon... she's overcome her shyness of other dogs and is raring to go! But after all that running around, she needs a bit of rest - just like her sisters. Can you tell the resemblence? From first to last - Ditto, Dizzy and Troon.

Rub my belly, please, please!!!

All's well at the Heath household. Troon is as gorgeous as ever.