It Is Hard to Be Humble: When You Own a Borzoi
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Gabrielle Slater
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.
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It Is Hard to Be Humble - Gabrielle Slater
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13413.pngIt Is Hard to be Humble!
When You Own a Borzoi
Gabrielle Slater
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2, Bubbly’s Story
Chapter 3, Bessie’s Story
Chapter 4, Dana’s Story
Chapter 5 – Nova’s Story
Chapter 6, Vodka’s story.
Chapter 7 - Oprah’s Story
Chapter 8, The Duckworth Delinquents
Their Stories
Chapter 9, Mouse’s story.
Chapter 10 - Skye’s Story.
Chapter 11, Blue’s Story.
Chapter 12, William’s Story.
Chapter 13, Gentle’s Story
Chapter 14, Frost and Fialka’s Story
Chapter 15, Borzoi revisited.
Chapter 16, Choo Choo’s Story.
Chapter 17, Sapphira’s story.
Chapter 18. My Changing Life
Chapter 19. Filip’s Story.
Chapter 20. Sophie’s Story.
Chapter 21. My Obsession
Chapter 22.Meeting my Dogs in Russia.
Chapter 23
Chapter 24.The first Return.
Chapter 25. The Borzoi
Chapter 26The Miracle.
Chapter 27. The Perchino Hunt
Chapter 28. The Near Tragedy.
Chapter 29 The Rescue.
Chapter 30 The Moscow Show.
Chapter 31 The invitation.
Chapter 32 The Diary
CHAPTER 33
It Is Hard to be Humble!
Chapter 1
How did all this start?
01%20set_Page_01.tifI wish I knew. Possibly, I can blame my mother, she had had Ivan, in the 1930’s, who died, she told me, from jaundice. I just thought he sounded wonderful and from a small child, I wanted a Borzoi. Mother said NO.
She was given a whippet, by the local farmer, who I fell in love with and, Martha became my first dog. I became infatuated by whippets, but in my heart of hearts, the illusive Borzoi was what I craved for.
Many years later, when I married, I tested this out on my new husband, the answer was still no!
Early in my married life, he took me to the New Forest for a few days. Walking the whippets one afternoon, I met this magical creature, this wonderful breed of dog I had longed for, for so long, but never met.
I was completely captivated, my instinct had been right … … I had to own a Borzoi … … but how?
My chance came unexpectedly, so often it does! All my life, I had lived a few miles from where I had been born. My husband saw the chance to move away, all be it only 20 miles, but … … it was out of my sheltered little area. It was a beautiful house, with 200 acres of farm land, which is what he wanted, ideal for the whippets, but I could see the deal!!!!!!!!
I don’t want to move, I said, can’t bare to go outside my little area … Well, OK, I will go, on one condition, I want a Borzoi. To my utter amazement, he agreed, on condition we moved and settled in first. How could I argue?
Having more or less settled, with my two whippets, I bought a dog paper and from that, found my first Borzoi advertised. I bought her, a pretty red bitch, who was already named Bubbly. How I loved her. My life with Borzoi had begun.
Chapter 2, Bubbly’s Story
01%20set_Page_01.tifWhat a sweet bitch, I adored her and after all these years, I still find it very hard to write about her.
She was wonderful, perfect, just my dream come true, my first Borzoi. Mother used to get upset by her name. How can you call a Russian dog Bubbly, she should be called Vodka
! But Bubbly she was, in more ways than one … It suited her.
I used to let her, with the whippets, run free and chase hares, I became friendly with the neighbouring farmer to our 200 acres and he was more than happy to let me do this with my dogs and let them run free on his land as well. So for a short time, she had an idyllic life.
Then came the day that my husband wanted a holiday, so we booked to go to Jersey for a week. We employed what I really believed, was a trustworthy person, to come into the house to look after our dogs. Knowing that Bubbly was a bit wild, I decided, that for one week, she could remain on a lead, so much so, that incase she lost the lead, I made several more, out of binder twine, as a backup.
On our second night in Jersey, we were called to the telephone. Our local police had rung, to tell us that Bubbly had been run over and killed. My husband would not let me return home, I was distraught and for the rest of our holiday, I wept. The one good thing he did for me, was to make sure, the lady concerned was out of the house before I got home. I learnt from our police, she never once put her on a lead. At night, she and my whippets, were put out the door and just left to roam. The lady concerned, is dead now, but from that day to the day she died, I never spoke to her again.
A sweet bitch, cut down in her prime by one woman’s laziness.
As time went by, I knew I had to have another Borzoi, so nervously, I contacted Bubbly’s breeder. Quite rightly, he was pretty sharp with me. News travels fast in the Borzoi world and he thought I had been responsible for letting her roam.
He told me, he had no puppies but, he was prepared to let me have Bubbly’s mum, Undomeil Blestka of Matalona, or Bessie.
Chapter 3, Bessie’s Story
01%20set_Page_02.tifI was lucky, in the fact that this Borzoi kennel was not too far from where we were living. What had happened to Bubbly was making me nervous of having another, I wanted Bessie desperately, but could I trust myself enough to try again. Bubbly had been a puppy but, this was a five year old bitch, set in her ways and devoted to her breeder. Even taking her for a walk was a problem, she pulled so hard on her lead, I could hardly hang on to her. I just wasn’t sure.
I would go and see her, several times a week, but just couldn’t make my mind up to say yes. Eventually, after about a month of this, it was made up for me, I literally fell into the trap!
One morning, when I had gone to see her, the breeder said he would be interested to see where we lived, fare enough, if I was going to have his dog, he should see where she would be going to live.
He told me he would follow me in his car, so that I wouldn’t have to drive him back, this sounded reasonable. He said he would like to bring a few of his dogs with him, so that they could have a walk on fresh ground, reasonable, I thought. He piled a load of dogs into his car and I took Bessie in mine, with my two whippets. The trap had been set!
We had a pleasant morning with all the dogs, walking and playing with them, then I asked him into the house. He put his dogs back into his car, and he and Bessie came inside. I was amazed how well Bessie settled, very quickly making herself at home, in an arm chair. About an hour or so later, he said he must be getting home. He got up and went to the door, Bessie didn’t move, I called her, to come off the chair, Bessie became deaf! What about Bessie? I called after him, as he was getting into the car. Oh! I can’t take her, there’s no room in the car for another one. The trap was sprung! I had been caught, Bessie was mine! There was no question of whether she would settle in, she had!
A black cloud began to loom on the horizon. The breeder had failed to tell me, that she had recently been mated and that he wanted her back, to whelp, with him. I did not realise what agony this would cause.
With a heavy heart, I took her back to him, just a couple of days before she was due. When I left her that day, I could hear her howls as I drove away. At his suggestion, I stayed away, until after her litter of fourteen were born. I couldn’t wait to go and see her again. It was agony, I thought she would be so happy with her new family, but no, when she saw me, she charged out of her whelping box, scattering her enormous litter everywhere, she jumped up, she cried, she screamed and covered my face with licks, she was demented. Leaving her was Hell, for her and for me, her cries were dreadful.
I did this trip daily, except weekends, when my husband was home, as he liked me there and, I didn’t want to upset the apple cart for the future. Yes, I was beginning to think ahead!
Then, one terrible morning, when I got there, things were not as they should be. Bessie was cowering and there was a definite bad atmosphere. It was my fault, my visits had upset her, in the night, she had laid on and squashed one of the pups. She was to be punished, never to see her litter again; I was to take her home.
I cannot now remember how old they were but I do know, far too young to leave their mum. I felt dreadful, all my fault. I was ignorant in those days, but now I know, to raise a litter of fourteen, in the tiny whelping box she was in, without lying on one, was virtually impossible, now I am amazed that she didn’t lie on more.
I was mortified, all my fault, but the joy of taking her home, knew no bounds, but there was worse to come.
Bessie was so full of milk, it was agony for her. It took a long and expensive veterinary treatment, to make her comfortable again.
I never knew what became of that litter, at the time, I did not know any Borzoi people, and now that I do, prefer not to know.
There was one lighter moment during this time. I used to visit Edith, a wonderful old lady, in her late 80s/early 90/s, who had been crippled in a car crash – she was wheelchair bound, but very independent, living in a ground floor flat in my local town. She loved dogs; I took both Bubbly and later, Bessie to see her, when I went to visit her. She was distraught when Bubbly was killed and, a great comfort to me.
I told the breeder, at some point, about her and, one day, before the puppy squashing incident, he suggested to me, that we put Bessie and her litter in my car and take them to her. With experience, not a good idea, but it made one lovely, lonely little woman so happy.
One day, I took my then small daughter, my whippet and Bessie, to a local agricultural show. As we wandered round the various stands and stalls, I noticed a dog show was about to start, we decided to enter Bessie. In those days, I knew absolutely nothing about showing dogs; the age of innocence you could call it! I went to the table to collect an entry form, horror of horror’s; you had to pick your class. Any variety sporting or, any variety nonsporting, what on earth was Bessie? In the end, I had to ask. A very superior lady looked down her nose at me. Bred to hunt wolves wasn’t she? So sporting of course
. I remember wanting to retort, Not her, no wolves around here!
I have never seen so many different shapes