The Past is Past
Last week, I visited the Florida Keys for a few days. On the way there, I stopped at a race track to learn something about dog racing. I really don’t know much about dog racing, but I have adopted a wonderful greyhound who is retired from racing. If you have ever met me or read my blog, you now that I love my dog. And talk about him a lot.
A few days after he came to live with me, the adoption group sent me his racing records. I never really looked carefully at them, but I remember he raced in Florida. Dog racing is very controversial, but it is still pretty popular there. I thought if I went to his former home, I might learn something about what shaped him and made him such a lovely creature. I went to the track, now a casino too, and looked around. They were not racing that afternoon, and there were no dogs there. No one seemed to know where the dogs were kept, or who was in charge of them. Everyone was inside, betting in the casino or on televised dog races at other tracks.
Aside from a few shouts when someone won a bet, the place could have been a library with all of the studying going on. We had a nice lunch, and went on with the vacation.
When I returned home, I was a little sad that I did not learn more about my beautiful dog’s history, but this is what I found:
Happy New Year!