Tipping one to Cougar, and tipping one to David for adopting a retired racer. Back in the '80s, I used to frequent the dog-track in West Palm Beach. Not much of a gambler, but it was cheap entertainment, half a buck to get in, gamble a couple bucks on the dogs, have a few beers (BMC, so maybe it wasn't that entertaining). Then I saw a documentary on greyhound racing, and what happens to the pups that weren't fast enough... these dogs were literately running for their lives. Swore off the dog-track and have never let my shadow darken their door since.
Allan