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My Borzoi were an integral part of my life for almost 20
years. I learned a lot about responsible dog ownership, and had great
mentors who are my friends to this day. I hope as I evolve as a breeder,
that I can live up to the example they set for me.
Pictured below are a few of my photos from that period.

God's Garden
God looked around his Garden
And saw an empty place
He then looked down upon the
earth
And saw your splendid face
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest
God's Garden must be
beautiful
He always takes the best...

Foxcroft Mikhail Wotanovich, CD TT


Misha was my "heart dog". His death at age 10 left a huge
hole in my life. His sister Missy was also with me for three and a half
short years. She taught me about having "great heart" and dealing with
whatever life throws your way.

Do not
stand by my grave and weep, for I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond's
glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle
autumn's rain.
Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there. I
did not die.
-Native American poem 
Ch Foxcroft Pyrrhic Victory, CD TT

Tory was my first conformation champion, and taught me what
bitches could be like! Tory was 13 when we said goodbye.

Ch Vancrest DR Naturel

DJ was my first owner-handled champion, a sweet, sweet boy
who left me suddenly at age eight and a half, much too soon.

Desi
Desi with Murphy the Westie
Desi and her half sister Sally came to me as adults from
Bonnie Nagel of Vancrest, and were my shadows. Bonnie died not long after,
and they were constant reminders to me of her friendship. They each lived
into their early teens, a tribute to Bonnie's breeding program.

photos from the past, from the sublime, to the ridiculous....

striking...... natural......
elegant......... silly........... downright embarrassed

BIS, BISS Ch Majenkir Wotan of Foxcroft
Not mine, but the dog I admired and wanted my dogs to be
like....
Sire of Foxcroft Mikhail Wotanovich CD TT
Grandsire of Ch Foxcroft Pyrrhic Victory CD TT and Ch
Vancrest DR Naturel
 
Foxcroft Mikhail Wotanovich CD
Ch Vancrest DR Naturel
This also touched me when I read it...
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after
she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how
much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that
when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought
we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in
heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog
even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I
am sending a picture of her so when you see her, You will know that she is
my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and
addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith
pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would
take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon
she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she
asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch
addressed, 'To Meredith , ' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the
inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened
envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this
note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in
your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in
heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it
back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to
remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked
her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I' m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
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