I am so excited now.

May I describe this feeling?

My dog. Passes by me, I touch him with my hand easily. He seems to frosen, standing there as a stone-column , enjoys my caress in that manner, as he would not want to break the magic moment with a bad move. His hair is silky, but strong, feels good to touch it. I feel the warmth of his body, his spine breast running muscles. I put my hand above his heart, the calm beats oscillate through my palm.

We are breathing together.

I am the European, the African, the Asian hunter who has lived of hundred and hundred, thousand and thousand years before and he is my dog. My hunting dog. My sighthound. I know, what my predecessors felt and I experience their pride, with which they looked at this perfect hunter.

This is the harmony.

And he is - the Magyar Agar.