My daughter
Georgiana,my mother Emilia with our dogs,Rita the Borzoi,Toto the Cavalier
King Charles and Aiki, the Pug, in 1990 in The Red Cross Camp in Lausanne,Switzerland.
In the Beginning
My daughter
Georgiana,my mother Emilia with our dogs,Rita the Borzoi,Toto the Cavalier
King Charles and Aiki, the Pug, in 1990 in The Red Cross Camp in
Lausanne,Switzerland.
Once upon a time,in a little house in the Old Bucharest there was a little girl who had a little dog.Somehow,that little dog got very very sick and,as there were not too many options by 1930,the grown-up people decided to..shot that little fellow...far from home...but close enough for the sound of the firearm to remained engraved,forever,in that little girl's memory.That little girl was my mother,Emilia Dana.She grew up not only develloping an extrordinary artistic nature but also a profound compassion and respect for every form of life.
As time went by, here I am...with those special genes
inherited from my parents...passion for animals...most especially for
dogs...Don't worry...I passed it to my daughter
Georgiana.Irronicaly,the only pets we had until I was about
20 years old,were cats.I had lots...because my parents being actors in a
State Theatre,they had to tour the country a lot,I followed them everywhere,and
I cat was easier to carry with us.But one day I decided to get a dog...and
my mother was very upset...she almost didn't agree...I couldn't understand
then...I do now...!That deep pain has been reactivated.But... one
evening,returning from Bucharest I carried something very "special" in a
shoebox...a puppy.My parents first reaction was panic..The next day thougRED,our
Irish Setter became the "master of the house ".The only living being who
mannaged to impose some "respect"to Red was our Tommy cat
Tzutzu....
This
how our little cat looked like.I rescued hime from the sewage system,almost
dead...Of course,when one looks at photographs with animals,one probable
can only say :
How nice, how cute.."Of corse we care about animals,we suffer when when how
much they endure sometimes from fellow humans...but one cannot feel the same,or
remember exactly everything I did or lived or felt the moment when I took
these pictures.When we look in our albums,it's like the time comes back for
a little while and we can almost hug those whom we loved so much and who
loved us too..These B/W photos have been taken in the Seventies.In our backyard
in an wonderful little town,up in the Bucegi Mountains in Romania
where we had our home.That house has been demolished....anyways...
This is my father
playing with Red.Red was like a little "baby' for him,although an Irish Setter
does have some "energy"..They loved each other very much.My facther checked
the backyard every time Red was allowed outside...because we were afraid
of poison.... This is me playing with the "torpedo"...chasing one another
and taking a"snowbath ".
When we moved,before the birth of my daughter,both Red and Tzutzu came with us,in a new town,a new place to live,an appartment this time...no more backyard...no
more worries
about checking to have the pets safe.Red was 3 years old when my daughter
was born.In our household, animals are allowed everywhere,without any
restriction.Our dogs and cats were part of the family.So, Mr.Red decided
to sleep on my bed,nest to my daughter's bed over the night and to spend
his days,following her everywhere...They even shared Red's treats....because
his treats were bagels. By the "time of Red" we had so many things happening
in our
lifes.
My daughter's first school years. Her first concerts and prizes,her preparation for music competitions...Time went by very fast and one morning my mother woke me up to see why Red is not moving...He was gone...Just like that...in his sleep...He was 11 years old.Such an wonderful soul.Full of energy and playfulness.He greated everyone coming to visit us with such an imense joy that one could have said that he belonged to everybody.I was thanksfull to both,Red and Tzutzu for being with us during my daughter's childhood.She grew up with animals and she learned by herself ,from her own interaction with them, to love,to care,to respect and to protect. So,after more than ten years there were no pets in our family.Just the three of us : my mother,my daughter and me,and we thought that's the way from now on...We were so wrong....so wrong....
I wrote this website about dogs,to honour her memory .She wanted for longtime to write her memoires and her thoughts about her life experience in general,her 25 years on stage, about the people she met,about our dogs...but...she went over The Rainbow,before achieving her literary dream.
One year and a half have pasted since our place became "petless"...and I was thinking about getting a little animal,because I wanted to keep my daughter in "direct" touch with the animal world.We tryed with some cats,but it didn't work because our appartment was at the 5th floor,because the cats couldn.t go our freely,and because spaying was not (yet)affordable and there were very few veterinarian clinics around.Well...one day I went to our local "Dogowners'Association"to try to find a Puddle ( just because of the size...) That day changed our lifes...in a quite significant way....we got a Pug....a Cavalier King Charles...a Borzoi...and another Cavalier...
I ended up working at The Association...almost became a judge for Hounds...and
much more...keep reading....
