Mysterio wrote:

Ha, I grew up with vizslas. Magnificent dogs, good-looking as hell, loving and loveable, but solid bone from the neck up. Good luck trying to train yours, all ours could ever do was what was bred into them, i.e. fetching shit. Throw object, moronic beast runs and picks it up, returns it to you, wagging tail in an orgy of self-congratulation and undying love for you. Repeat and repeat again. Resist impulse to shoot the dog yourself when you realize it will never learn anything else.