Memories come in many forms. Some are images that float in your mind. Others are recollections triggered by events such as anniversaries. Others are reminisces you experience by things such as lost photographs that you suddenly found or something that may have happened once that you had completely forgotten about. For me, many happy memories are recalled by watching borzoi in the conformation ring because I can recall their dams and sires, and their dams and sires that went before them as they go around. Often, they are related to the Blyss Borzoi.
Today, my memories take me to a place called Blyss Kennels. It resided in a beautiful home at the top of the first ridge of the Watchung Mountain range in Mountainside, NJ. Cut into the side of the mountain itself, it’s landscape was intimately immersed with nature and beauty. There I learned so much about dogs and borzoi. I was privileged to have that special opportunity in my life. Looking back, those are the most enduring memories I have, not the unhappiness others bestowed. That part, sadly, was life’s doing. When, after 2008, I chose to live a life immersed in borzoi, I later realized it had the unforeseen consequences of healing me, a balancing of the scale, from the insidious poisons that only those closest to your heart can administer: Betrayal! In the end, my Blyss Blog is not about me. I am but a looking glass by which the Blyss Borzoi are reflected, and that is how I tell you their story.