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In Memory of my Big Dog

Welcome! There aren't many Vizsla Pages out there, for that matter there aren't many Vizslas out there either! Let me introduce myself and my dog. My name is Mona Goddard and my Vizsla, (pronounced VEESH la) was named Max, well really it was Russet Leather Flaming Arrow.He was 8 years old, born on April 26th, 1991 and was put down recently, on March 24th, 2000. My dog came from the famous Russet Leather kennel in California. He was bred by Bev Wanjon. I am still in shock at the horrendous loss of my dog, he was very much a part of our family. He can never be replaced and to try to do that would be a crime. Max was taken too young and it saddens me to know my daughters will never know the joy of playing with him. His kind soul couldn't have been more beautiful.
The story starts back in January. Max was limping one day after bringing him in the house after going to the bathroom. After a week of yowling and limping around, I took him to the vet and he went thru a whole week of steroid and hormone injections and another three weeks of pills. He had kept re-injuring himself and we didn't think it was right for the dog to keep suffering. Admittedly, it had crossed our mind we might have to put him down but not so soon and not like that! Rob and Michael had gone out of town and Max had been limping. We had an appointment set up for early Saturday morning to discuss things with our vet.The boys came home Friday afternoon and by 7, Max just didn't want to get up, so I got him into the kitchen and layed him down and got him to drink some water out of my hand.I had to help him walk back to his blanket in the living room. By 11 he wasn't putting weight on either front leg, so I picked up my big dog and carried him outside hoping he might gain some strength back. When I tried to put him down he just fell over and looked up at me with these sad eyes. I knew it was time to wake Michael up and call Jeff, our vet.I carried him back to his blanket and said my good byes to that beautiful soul. I carried Max out to the car and layed him in the backseat. That was the last time I saw my dog alive. Rob took him in and by the time they arrived at the animal hospital, Max's hind legs were paralyzed also.Our vet thinks he either had a disc rupture in his neck or wasn't getting adequate blood supply to his spinal cord. As I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks, it occurred to me that no matter how much pain he had been in at the end, when I carried him he never yelped or whined. He simply laid his head on my shoulder and trusted me to do the right thing and never let him down. I just pray to God that's what I did!
Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together... *Author Unknown*


I wanted to do this page because not very much is known publicly about our sacred breed, to speak up about indiscriminate breeding practices, and to honor the memory of a wonderful dog. The reason you are probably not familiar with the Vizsla is simple. The breeders REFUSE to allow this dog to be overbred! Overbreeding has caused the demise now of more than a few breeds with the Rottweiler being one of the more recent tragedies. There are some in this society who believe, INCORRECTLY, that a registered dog is worth money and can be bred to make money. THIS IS NOT TRUE. There are dogs with papers sitting in shelters right alongside the mutts! The only reason a dog should be bred is to improve upon the breed it represents. My theory explains why the AKC puts out and maintains a breed standard. This is what all registered dogs must be compared to. Buying a dog from the classified section of the local paper for a hundred bucks is probably going to get you less than if you had gone to the shelter and saved an animal that really needed it. So I will invite you to look at the pictures I have assembled of Max. I will be the first to admit he wasn't perfect, but then again, I did not breed him either. Have a nice stay and come back again sometime! Mona
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My puppy comes home

Max came home 7 weeks and one day after he was born. This picture was taken right after we had gotten back from the Minneapolis airport. Max had a long day that day as he had flown from the Los Angeles airport that morning with a littermate sister who had been purchased by local breeders Shawn and Rick LaPointe. I was 17 in this picture and very happy to have our newest family member home atlast.

A Day In The Woods

There was nothing Max liked better than being outside and hunting. In this picture, taken near our home, Max had discovered that he could point not only birds but squirrels! He had excellent conformation, which you can see in this picture. I showed him for the first year of his life. I never knew why I had kept all of his ribbons but they are now cherished as proof positive that my dog was not only sweet but handsome too.

Max doing what he knew best

Nothing more can be said.


Max, Russet Leather Flaming Arrow, Beloved companion and friend, you will be missed. Watch over us. We will never forget you. We laid you to rest out in the pheasant fields. I know you are out there chasing those birds and not giving them a moments piece! GO BOY!!

Hi Max. Its been awhile big dog. Three years now. Skye is with you now and I hope she is keeping you company. Grace is here and now so is Chief (make sure you let Skye know that there is no reason to be jealous!!)and Titan, but they will never fill the places you and Skye hold in our hearts! Piggy is the only one left now , "The Old Man", and we hold on to him very tightly so we can hold on to you, too. Why is it that even though it has been awhile, I am sitting here typing with tears clouding my vision? I left your blanket laying next to our bed and Skye never would sleep on it. I finally got up the nerve to fold it up and put it away but now we have taken it back out and are using it on our bed. We still compare every Vizsla we see to you. They always come up short. THEY ALWAYS WILL!!!! I LOVE YOU BOY and I WILL MISS YOU FOREVER.