I cannot say for sure why it is so, perhaps it is the stress of the upcoming holiday season combined with Tresor’s mystery neck pain and the need to spend more money in general, and the expectation to be happier than normal, but everything seems more difficult for me these days instead. However, I am determined to overcome it all and look to the happy things that only a holiday season can bring. Things like seeing more of everybody, gift buying and giving, and days where the word “love” is more on my lips. For yes, I do love LT and my son so much. Then, going over to the borzois, I could not love two borzoi any more than I love Jelly and Tresor. All of these people and they are my world.
But what I really want for Christmas and the New Year is to fly away…..NOT to go to the Caribbean but instead to go away to a different place to live, on a small farm in a rural area. I want it to have a small but comfortable house, but also a small barn, a barn yard, and some fenced fields. I want my borzois mainly, and a donkey and some goats. This is my vision and I can’t make it go away. It is impossible to do in New Jersey where I live. And so, it torments me. However, I am not going to do anything about it. I mention it to those close to me from time to time and they do not support the idea at all. They point out I would have to move out of state. That would be very difficult for me to do. So, I don’t know how I could bring this about. For now, I am trying to keep it under the radar screen and talk and think about it as little as possible. However, I know it is there and it pains me. No one can create problems out of thin air the way I can. I guess I’m “talking to angels, counting the stars, making a wish about King Kong, dancing with strangers and falling apart, waiting for Superman…”
Tresor seems to have recovered nicely from the pain in his neck for which we are very grateful. His pain is gone and he is back to his old self, going here and there, back and forth, in the house. He has resumed his enjoyment of his yard and deck. But The Boy proved he still has the Fire in his Belly on a walk with me on Thanksgiving when he Lost It and got a nano-second ahead of me, broke away and gave a neighbor’s standard poodle a nip on her flank. I ended up on the ground devastated with embarrassment, but the hero appeared to be Tresor because the person walking the poodle was with a group of friends, and they all fell in love with him! There is no logic in this world but my solution to this suburban madness is that I will no longer walk Tresor. Instead, my partner, LT, will walk him. There is never a dull moment living with The Tre. I am sure it is due to reasons such as this that his former human family returned him.
The other irregularity to occur on Thanksgiving and the days leading up to it is that the weather has been unusually balmy for this time of year and I have been able to spend a lot of quality time outside with the borzois. It has been fun having these stolen balmy days, like early fall instead of late fall, with temperatures well in the sixties. Another event Thanksgiving had to give was a dramatic red sunset in the west as if the sky was aflame. I got to see it because I happened to be out walking Jelly when it was at its peak. These are just some of the advantages one gains by walking dogs, you never know what you will see in the sky or right in front of you, for that matter. It was fun to see it, as if it were a sunset at Key West, or other places known for beautiful sunsets, and there it was descending in the Western sky behind the Watchung Mountains. In the future, I am looking forward to showing Tresor again in March, at the New Brunswick Kennel Club Show in Edison NJ. In the meantime, I keep busy working for my main borzoi breed club, and I only hope my dual roles of Show Chair and Secretary do not block me from showing him.