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  • Purple came into our life during a time of loss. We had just lost our 10-year-old Hungarian Vizsla to cancer. We had no warning and no time to do anything about it. I felt like I lost my family all over again. I wanted that pain to go away, so many memories came back to haunt me. I knew I could never replace my lost family or the pet that helped me through it but I just wanted the pain to STOP! I begged my husband to please let me get another puppy. I was so lonely on this island; no family and my friends had their own lives and family. They just could not relate to all of my demons. My scars are deep and the silence can be deafening!

    I found a breeder and promised to be the perfect owner. Yes, I knew what I was getting into. Vizslas are high energy; need lots of exercise, extremely intelligent and very sensitive dog. No, I would not show their dog in competition or turn her into a hunting dog. Nor would I breed her. I would treat her like family and she would go on many an adventure. I promised walks on the beach, boat trips, I would take her everywhere. She would be my companion and hiking buddy. I had 5 acres on which she could run. I would be an ambassador for the breed. I needed a breed that demanded that I move, rain or shine. I didn’t mention that it would also help keep me out of depression. I knew this was the breed for me. They are called Velcro dogs. Our property does not have a fence and Velcro dogs stay within eyesight of its owner.

    The breeder was hesitant at first but the rescue society had really rooted for me as an owner. I felt like I was adopting a child with all of the paperwork, phone interviews and emails. The breeder began to talk to me about Black puppy (as in black collar). Black was the runt of the litter. However, when we came to pick her up he said I would get Purple. The breeder had fallen in love with Black and would keep her for himself. I was a little sad at first. He had told me so much about Black but when I met Purple, it was love at first sight. She was funny! She was a cartoon dog. Clumsy, not in the least bit regal like my other dog. She had sloppy posture too. Purple had actually been labeled show quality but we saw her so differently. She was perfect! She came into our life to make us laugh again!
  • One problem, my husband and I are 10 years older this time around. Funny, how you forget how hard it was to train a puppy. Another thing, she is headstrong and runs like the wind and would body slam me for fun. I was always proud of how well I could handle a dog but this one was different. She body slammed me one more time and broke my leg.
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