Ollie belongs to my daughter and her family. He is a Vizsla, eleven years old and unfortunately starting to show his old age. Among his golden rust hair, gray has been creeping in for several years. When Ollie first arrived in my daughters family, he was the most active and rambunctious dog I had ever been around. His barking could send you in search of ear plugs. Despite his barking, through the years, I have grown to love him and a pain fills my heart to see his health decline. I took this photo of Ollie in early June right after my granddaughter and I re-stuffed his favorite bed. After scratching and circling it a few times he finally settled down for a comfortable rest.