I have to wonder about the sanity in the racing
industry.
Craigie last won a race in 2007 that I can tell. I don’t know when, for sure, he was given to
rescue (yeah, that “rescue” word). I
didn’t adopt him until 2011.
I’m searching track info and grey data, neither of which is
updated with any reliability. The
industry is known for accountability.
My guess, quite a few years stuck in limbo somewhere.
Thank God they didn’t just toss him out.
Craigie Dillon
My beautiful dork can barrel up the deck steps, but the
inside steps send him into infant colt zone.
Trembling legs.
He can barrel up stairs but is completely unable to take
the step up into the minivan I bought them.
Lardbutt, lifting you was not in the plan.
Craigie Dillon
Laying on the bed in the living room, charges me when I go into the
kitchen – where you going?. Dare I go to
the bathroom? Lump-a-lump gallops down
the hall. Um, a bit of privacy would be
nice, Dills.
They raced this guy?
That many times? Greed buggers.
I let him out and he wanders, digs holes and amuses
himself then charges the open door as if I were gone for years. Yet, I run the vacuum and he’s breaking the
door down within 30 seconds. Silly man,
one paw at the door does it.
The industry raced this kid. Why?
Because he was a Gable Dodge offspring?
He is tall? To squeak a couple
pennies off my baby?
This boy is so innocent and so childlike.
Why?
Greed and shame on you.
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