It is Hard to be Humble: When You Own a Borzoi
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. 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. 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