One day I came back from riding with my horse and he had killed himself - almost. Since during that fall he had already bred three females by escaping, I had tied him on a chain in the horsebarn. He climbed one of the boxwalls to jump the window and break it, but the chain made him hang on the other side, looking dead when I opened the door. Totally upset about this stubborn dog I grabbed his body and laid it on the straw. Without hope I started reanimation on his body while tears ran down my face, still in love with this crazy male. I could not believ it, but he started to breeze again. I closed the door of the boxstall, finished the care of my horse and decided to go to the vet to have him checked. But first I fed the dogs, just throwing them a chunk of green tripe to save time. While I was cutting the pieces, the dogs were screaming. Suddenly I discovered two blue eyes on my side, srating at the meat. Half dead Borax had climbed the wall to the outside and lined up for dinner! His "never give up"-mentality is still in a lot of his great-grand-children and had great impact on the toughness of my racing teams.

(*) started as Kamtschatka Kennel, then renamed to Ketchikan-Kennel, since Peter Althaus of Switzerland had his Kamtschatka-Kennel name already protected in Europe.