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Good Sport

Good Sport

This past Easter, at the dog show, we decided to have some fun. We’d gone to work on her obedience; however, from her actions the day before I really didn’t think she would cooperate. She’s too much a socialite. She wants to say “Hi” to everyone, and since it was Easter Sunday, what better way that with bunny ears?

My friends say I pick on my Izzy, making her dress up. Maybe, but she’s a good sport, and actually seems to knows people will talk to her when mom makes her ware silly costumes.

And here’s the irony, bunny ears on a sight hound. Sight hound are that classification of dogs which include greyhounds, whippet, afghans, etc. that hunt buy seeing something move, then give chase. Izzy does have a lure coursing title (lure coursing is the sport of chasing a plastic bag tied to a string over a set course). In her younger days Izzy was very good at coursing. I’m proud to say she is a triathlete (was, anyway). Triathlete is not just a pretty face (conformation), but also obedience, and field. Izzy’s 8 now, so I don’t think we’ll be doing much more field work. We’re still doing obedience, but more importantly she’ll always be a pretty face to me. And as long as I love her and take her places to socialize, she’ll keep letting me put bunny ears on her.

Marie Agun

I grew up in Washougal. Our family used to have cows, and so we always had the usual farm animals; cows, chickens, cats, dogs. When I was 11, some one dumped a young, silver point German shepherd near our farm. Unlike almost all dumped dogs, this one was lucky and we took him in. He turned out to be a pretty good farm dog. We called him Charley. My sister decided to enter Charley in 4-H obedience classes, and her little sister (me) always tagged along. One day, while my sister was working with Charley, I went back to the car. Someone had come to visit the obedience instructor, and in the back of the visitors’ car were two amazing, tall, thin, long haired elegant, majestic looking dogs. I was instantly smitten. I did see the person who owned the dogs, and I never learned who it was; but, I promised myself that some day I would have a dog like that. It took me 10 years to learn I’d fallen in love with a Borzoi aka Russian wolfhound. It was another 10 years for my first Borzoi to enter my life. Just how he came to live with me is another wonderful story. He was my love, he was an amazing teacher. He taught me a lot about dogs and life. I’m so glad he was part of my life. Since a lot of people don’t know much about Borzoi, I took it upon myself to learn as much as I could about the breed as I could. It’s only been 15 years now, so I’m still learning, and love to talk dog with anyone willing to listen.


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