It is Hard to be Humble
When You Own a Borzoi
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There was much laughter, the Borzoi were all loose, galloping across the open spaces, just as they must have done in the past. It is moments like these, when even the "Evil One" became friendly that I wondered, are they aware of the past, of the gret dogs that had galloped there before them. Did they sence the spirits of long ago, the great wolf hunts, the reason for their very existence?
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One womans' obsession with the Borzoi, with Russia and her wonderful people. For going back into Russia's past, living in the remains of the great estates and villages of the past, of the Cossacks and their magical hunts.
About the Author
Since I was a small child I have been besotted by the Borzoi. The early part of this obsession was really frustrating, not only did my mother and then later, my husband refuse to let me have one, but I never even saw one, let alone meet one until later in my married life. After I was widowed I let this obsession overtake me. Everything had to be Borzoi. My experiances of living with this wonderful breed, of meeting them in their homeland and the people I have met through them, makes me feel that this most precious part of my life should be shared with others. I live in England near the small horseracing town of Newmarket. My father was a racehorse trainer and I grew up with horses and dogs, working in the stables for my father, I never wanted anything else, the country life style was and still is, all I have ever wanted and, I have my Borzoi.