Before I finish up the travelogue, there's something I noticed this year that I wanted to bring up.
We've witnessed a couple of career ending greyhound wrecks this year. One in April in Ohio, and one a couple weeks ago in Racine. In both cases, these were really intense, fast, talented dogs who came by various routes from greyhound kennels or tracks. I really admire people who make a place in their homes for these athletes who may be retired, "downsized" out of a job, or not quite talented enough for the rigors of the track, but excel in the activities of the "outside" world.
But somehow, I question that motivation when these dogs are suddenly unable to play at the amateur level at lure coursing, or racing, or agility, or whatever the chosen recreational pursuit. In both cases, the dogs referred to above were uprooted once again from their routine and re-re-homed. That bothers me. I just don't get it. Help me out.
Had Buffy not been able to hunt following her cruciate injury at a very early age, believe me, she'd still be living with me. Maybe that's just me. Is it worth discussing??
I think these people must be living their failed competitive youth now through their hounds. The competition comes before the companionship. It's disappointing, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThat's kind of the way I looked at it. And these are people I otherwise like.
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