I call her Fabbi. She was born 21 hours after her
brother Wellington, therfore a Surprise.
Fabbi is the most calm, sweet and gentle afghan on earth. She is
a very stable lurecourser and racing dog. She would have been an
equally stable show dog if she had not blown all her coat after
her season! She has absulutely typical feathering gait and she covers
lots of ground.
She is the easiest afghan I ever had in my house. The only thing
is: Every evening she goes hunting. She walks on the kitchen tabl,
she opens the fridge and the cupbord searching for somthing to eat.
Everything is edible. For 7 years she has chased the butter, last
week she succeeded, she found 600 g. and ate it all included the
box. Upset stomach? Never!
She has been a fantastic mother and is the dam of two litters, The
Roads to Rome litter and The Magi.
One ceacarian and one extremely tough birth made me decide that
these two litters are enough for her.
She never goes into my bed, except when we are travelling. Then
she comes up to me, and she always lies between me and the door.