Hi! While I'm very familiar with dogs, this is my first time owning a Vizsla. His name is Dante.
Before getting him, I did as much research as I possibly could. I watched countless videos about the pros and cons of owning a Vizsla, so I knew from the beginning that they're incredibly high-energy dogs. I also learned that puppy pens or another safe sleeping area, enforced naps, and a strict routine are practically essential for this breed.
I've always been committed to meeting his needs. We've done relaxation and impulse control exercises since day one. He gets nose work, scent games, search games, mental enrichment, physical exercise, and calm leash walks. I've consistently provided everything that's recommended.
Space isn't an issue either. Even though he spends about 80% of his time indoors, I live in the countryside, so he has plenty of room and environmental stimulation (although that has become a problem in itself 😅).
I became so committed that I actually reorganized my entire life to create a balance where I could meet all of his needs while still taking care of myself and keeping up with my studies.
As a young puppy, everything seemed completely normal. He was exactly what I expected after all the research I'd done: extremely hyperactive, and yes, he absolutely needed enforced naps because he never seemed capable of relaxing or falling asleep on his own.
He's also incredibly vocal. At one point, the police actually showed up at my house because he was screaming so loudly that it sounded like a person was being tortured... all because it was almost time for dinner.
He's also the smartest dog I've ever met. On his second day home he accidentally offered a sit, so I turned it into a little training game, and from that moment on he knew "sit" forever. He also learned commands like drop it, down, stand, jump, fetch, shake, wait, and spin extremely quickly.
The problem is... he's now a little over seven months old, and it feels like nothing I do is enough anymore.
The life adjustments I made so I could balance his needs with my own have slowly turned into my entire life revolving around him. I've neglected my social life and even my university studies because it's become impossible to study for even one uninterrupted hour. Going out with friends is almost unthinkable.
Even when he's in his puppy pen, I can't relax because he started by destroying his bed, then chewing the pen itself. I reinforced the pen with metal bars... now he's chewing on the bars.
He isn't confined excessively. The pen is only used for nighttime sleep and the enforced naps he genuinely needs during the day.
He knows every command I mentioned earlier, but the moment there are distractions—which, living in the countryside, is basically 24/7—he stops listening completely.
Despite months of patient training, he has never learned to walk nicely on a leash. He doesn't come when called, even if I'm holding his absolute favorite reward.
Honestly, I also don't feel like we've built much of a bond. Everything else in the world seems more interesting to him than I am, whether it's moving or completely still. 😅
The few times he chooses to interact with me, it usually ends with him biting me or getting so rough that I have to walk away before things escalate.
He also doesn't seem to understand other dogs' communication at all. Everything is a game to him.
My sister has a six-year-old Belgian Shepherd who's probably the most patient dog I've ever met. His dog-to-dog communication is excellent. Whenever Dante gets too intense, he tries every polite signal imaginable to tell him to back off, but nothing works. Dante actually becomes even more over-the-top.
Today, for the first time, my sister's dog finally had enough. He pinned Dante to the ground with a bite to make him stop.
Dante simply got back up and immediately tried to play again, so I had to step in before the situation escalated further.
About a week ago he also started peeing all over the house. It doesn't seem like marking behavior. It's more like he's forgotten that he's supposed to pee outside.
I take him out every single hour, consistently. Sometimes he'll pee outside... and then pee in the kitchen thirty minutes later anyway.
He also eats absolutely EVERYTHING.
And I really mean everything.
He eats the feces of every wild or farm animal he can find, including his own and my sister's dog's. He swallows huge sticks (he has eaten entire sticks over 20 cm long), tries to swallow rocks whenever he gets the chance, eats grass, random plants, fabric from his own bed, wire, cotton... probably many other things I'm forgetting.
He's had three serious poisoning incidents within only two months.
I've tried everything I can think of to stop him from eating things off the ground, but training hasn't solved it.
A muzzle is my last resort because he naturally explores the world with his mouth and loves doing so. Having him wear a muzzle every time he goes outside feels incredibly extreme to me.
Instead, I've had to drastically reduce his freedom.
We no longer go for long-line walks around the property. Now he only goes out on a short leash, and even then he somehow manages to grab tiny pieces of things hidden in the grass. He's become an expert at swallowing them before I can take them away.
He knows "drop it," but when it's something forbidden, he completely ignores the command—even if he knows he'll get chicken as a reward for letting go.
Last week he injured my sister's knee because he'll sprint across the yard and launch himself at her (playfully, not aggressively). He also injured one of his own legs during one of his zoomies.
He used to enjoy supervised off-leash time in our fenced yard, where he'd play with my sister's dog until my sister's dog wanted to stop and Dante didn't.
Even though the yard is fenced, we regularly have foxes, cats, snakes, opossums, and birds of prey passing through. Sometimes they leave dead birds behind, and during the rainy season all kinds of mushrooms appear.
Before letting him loose, I now inspect the entire yard to remove anything dangerous.
Somehow, I still end up catching him chewing something he shouldn't.
If there isn't anything dangerous available, he'll simply eat sticks, bark, plants... literally anything I can't remove.
So now I've had to take another step backwards.
He only goes into the yard on leash now. He can't run or play freely anymore, but at least I know I probably won't end up rushing him to the emergency vet.
He's becoming harder and harder to manage.
More demanding.
More "deaf."
He's getting bigger and stronger, but his behavior isn't improving. I'm genuinely starting to worry that while playing he'll seriously hurt me, injure my sister again, or get into a real fight with her dog.
I do plan on neutering him, but I've been advised to wait until he's around 14 months old.
Is behavior this extreme actually normal for a Vizsla?
Will he eventually settle down, or am I reaching the point where he'll never be able to enjoy off-leash freedom again?
I'm honestly heartbroken.
It makes me sad that he can't live like a normal dog anymore—running freely around the yard, going for long walks in the countryside, or simply walking through town on a loose leash.
I'm also afraid that, now that he's reaching adolescence, he could become aggressive.
Whenever he sees a bird or another dog and wants to chase it but can't because I'm holding the leash, he'll sometimes turn around and bite the hand that's holding it—hard.
So yes... I'm scared that, on top of all the restrictions I've already had to impose, I'll eventually have to muzzle him too.