|I hated dogs.
It was from my early childhood, when I had the unlucky appointment with this kind of animals: the large scar on my right leg remains me about it up to now.
But in the January, 1995 my sister had done me a gift: the five-weeks pup of English Cocker Spaniel, born in Magadan, just as me.
That gift turned my life over.
CRAY BARBARA from PRIPOLYARNY
For all us - BASIA.
|Our first training in the club. April, 1995|
| The dog's lady: my family tree was nuts in respect to her one.
The winner of the first diplomas of the dog`s exhibitions.
And a member of our family, as a human creature.
Her life was short for a dog: they have malignant tumors too, as we do.
We fought for her more than a year with the best doctors of our region,
but it was a will of God - or a Devil, I don` know.
She had gone from us in a bright summer day.
She liked the grass - the background of this page...
|I love you all. But I have to go forever...
The last days. June, 2002
|Being not a religious person - but now after her I beleive,
the souls of our dogs to meet us after our death
to divide the heavens or the hell with their master forever.
So we`ll meet one day - for not to separate more.
Me and our red dog on the green, green grass of our new home.
Me and Basia.