and five years later...same dog, same outfit, different daughter!!!

The following pages will show you glimpses into my life…chronicled by pictures of the kind of beauty that I have had the pleasure to gaze at daily.  They have inspired, held me in amazement and filled my heart with joy and love. I believe that you have to be able to live with a dog’s temperament and not cost you tons of money (vet bills). So temperament and health are the main focus with show quality being a bonus…but you also have to look at them every day!!!  I love looking at my dogs and I hope you do too!

   I have been blessed through my life with a wonderful husband (same one throughout all of this), great kids and wonderful mentors/breeders who entrusted their knowledge and dreams (realized in flesh) to me.  The life long friendships that have developed  are extraordinary.  It’s the cement that brings all of us dog people together and binds us in that mutual passion we have for our chosen breeds and dogs as a whole. I wish to send a heartfelt Thank You  to Sandi Rolfe, Legacy Whippets. We have been through a lot of changes over the years and our friendship grows deeper each year.

This is Rhiannon, age 3, with Hanna (Esfahan Kaliphna of Zuvenda) at 6 years

We did buy a female but luckily she was a baby and by the time she was old enough to breed, we had entered the world of dog shows. We realized this was not a good way of thinking and found a good home for her.  We bought our first show Afghan in Oct. 1973. Our first breeding was in Oct. 1979. Between 1973 and 1977 we had our two daughters, Nancy Nichole and Rhiannon.

This is Nancy Nichole, age 3, pictured with Hanna (Esfahan Kaliphna of Zuvenda), age 14 months...

When I met my soon-to-be husband in mid 1972, he had an Afghan Hound as a pet. He was AKC registered and everything! We had dreams of buying a registered female to breed and makes lots of money! Right!!!

This is Christopher Wolfgang...Phil's first Afghan

Kathy (right) age 12, with her sister Pam (left) age 8,  and "Duke", the pick of the litter.

When you hear of a “dog crazy kid”…I was that. My mom didn’t allow me to have a dog so I would track down strays and try to take care of them, even if only a day or so. I would also ask neighbors if I could walk their dogs for them. I finally hit the jackpot… a stray who whelped puppies in our basement. My mom couldn’t put them out so I got not just one dog but 8! I did manage to find homes for them all and also kept the “pick “ boy. He was my closest friend throughout junior high and high school. I can still hear my mom say “when you have your own house, you won’t have any dogs in it!” Boy was she wrong!!!