Oh boy, oh boy,
oh boy. My name is Ernie and I am 2 years old, but I feel I am 9
months old. My foster mom says it seems like I don’t have an “off”
switch. My previous mom & dad got a divorce and I went to live with
dad in an apartment. I had to stay there 24/7. There was a nice
person that would come and let me out to get a little exercise (this
was not enough for me). My dad taught me a lot of commands and
I do them real good.
My foster mom, Rita, worked with me a lot to get me ready for my
forever family. She said I was like a 9 month old V in a 2 yr old V
body. Rita found the perfect home for me. A wonderful retired couple
sent in an application. They had just lost their beloved Vizsla a
short time ago and were missing her terribly. Since they are retired
they will have time for just me 24-7. Plus I get to live in the
mountains. I am such a lucky boy since my story could have had a
much different outcome.
My new dad takes me out very often, like every day, to play in a
fenced-in school yard to play with a lot of other dogs. My new dad
throws a tennis ball & Frisbee and I just love it. I really don’t
get tired of that. I also get to play with the other dogs. There is
one dog that I get to walk with every morning. He is a neighbor dog
that comes over every morning for our walk. Another great thing is
that I have gained some more weight. I was pretty skinny when I
first came into rescue.