Of course, there is still enormous and great joy for the accomplishment of the beautiful “Lucy”, Int. Jp Ch Belisarius Sassy Girl “Lucy”, our “Mikhailya’s” grand-daughter, and that of my mentor’s great stud dog, Ch Majenkir Regal By Design. Every day I awaken with that the first thought and thank God for the blessing of Lucy. Yet I know she has many other challenges ahead, but I am confident she will meet them with the special accomplishments she has brought to her others.
It is greatly expected she will be at the Borzoi National Specialty Show in Kansas City, KA, to be held April 9 – 16, which I had planned to attend. Sadly, doubling up with anyone did not work out, and the host hotel sold out of rooms before I had thought of securing one. I have no one to blame but myself, but I counted on a certain person and myself to be going together no matter what, and that did not happen. I know I must put this out of my thoughts so as not to taint my friendship with this wonderful person. Sometimes relationships become complicated and loyalties become divided along crooked lines. I guess for her, this was one of those times. She had to do what she had to do. I wish her well.
Nothing can be more significant than my alone status at home, not just in finding a travel mate. Everyone jumps ship at once, so it seems. And so it goes, I watch my many friends sail by along the distant horizon leaving me behind on the shore. Preferred alliances are made that make me appear to be just so nothing to stay home about. After all, keeping house, and the daily chores of caring for two borzoi in a suburban town in a way that keeps them physically and mentally happy are what consume me. Perhaps at the end of the day, that is what truly matters most to me. Maybe that is a lot for someone else to compete with. Perhaps I have become a bore. This is an age of grand-children, and I have none, only two aging borzoi, to talk about. I don’t even drink or play cards.
I am pleased to report that Jelly and Tresor are well but I must indulge their many demands and wishes. They look to me with their dark, luminous eyes, like pools of light, and I can deny them nothing. They do all that I ask of them, so I owe them much. It goes both ways. I would not be truly myself without them. I cannot imagine myself alone when they leave. But I don’t have to think of that now. I treasure them like nothing else. That is why I stay.