There is nothing like watching a bird dog go on point. Stiff as a board, chest moving rhythmically as she breathes slowly, nose inches from the bird hidden in the cover, tail pointed upwards towards the sky. It's the most beautiful sight, and after that first trip to hunt quail in north Alabama, I was hooked.
I had always wanted a Vizsla, a beautiful copper colored pointer. Ruth was going to be her name. My little copper colored "companion." I didn't get to pick her. I was the last on the list to choose, and she was the last of her litter, the runt. But God knew she needed to be mine, and on December 21, 2018, I brought Ruth home.