After a sabbatical, time
to resurrect something that annoys some.
As if I would lose sleep…
Having spent a bit of time
in discourse (giving it a more glorified term than it deserves) with some
individuals questioning the death of a dog and defending racing, it just seemed
right to say something.
Meet Kokoro. 2 year old brindle. His first race and the last he knew of this
world. Broke his back. 2 years old.
Euthanized. Shit. That did NOT have to happen.
Some of the discussions
with some individuals (I am so politically correct…) centered on a dog not well
trained. Really? As if that can be brushed off so easily? For God’s sake, this was a 2 year old dog. Dangerous turns, bad tracks? To them, bad dog. This was a 2 year old dog!
Others defending the
racing industry fall back on the battle cry of “if racing ends, the breed disappears”
or if racing ends only “backyard breeders” will be there to tarnish the breed.
Do they even hear what
they say? Let’s overbreed so we can get
a few to win races to line our pockets.
That’s forward thinking.
But then again, the
industry is not forward thinking. Let’s
talk about the dogs killed and dumped because they didn’t race well. Let’s talk about the Ronnie Williamses of the
world. Let’s talk about the dogs dying
in haulers.
But we love our dogs and
want to preserve a pristine bloodline?
Utter frauds. And so sad, because it is the dogs who die. This breed has been around longer than their
family tree. Canned industry responses
no longer stand the test of time.
The industry will die so how about
finding a way to rehome some pups.
But that would mean being
bigger than themselves. Sad, but that
won’t happen.
For the tragic deaths of
those lost, I hope you sleep well. Young pups never had a chance.
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