So, what probably won't come as a big surprise to most of you, I'm not a fan of dog racing.
You see, a longtime family friend who has a lawn service built a dog pen for me at my Dad's home in Virginia. This guy, we'll call him Fred (because that is his real name), has a lawn service and since the grass isn't growing anywhere this summer, we asked if he might have time to do this. He said yes.
I have to make him apple turnovers (guess I'd better do that tomorrow) for his efforts. (We also paid him).
We gave Fred quite a bit of artistic freedom.
We did not just get a dog pen.
We got what can only be referred to as 'The Earlysville Raceway'.
My Dad now has a dog racetrack in his side yard.
The Raceway comes off the back door of my Dad's first floor - and veers sharply to the right and crosses an area of lawn (you can see this in the first image).
Once through the narrow straight stretch (which looks ironically like your typical dog run), the 'pen' opens up into a 300 ft oval. There are oaks in the center of the oval which is nice because there is plenty of shade and plenty of places for the dogs to hunt for truffles in between races. However, Fred cleared an area about 2-3 ft inside the 6 ft fencing - hence creating the raceway.
Now, I will just say that it has been nice have the Pointer Sisters, Handsome Stan, and Queen Haiku here with me. I will also say it has been nice knowing that I'm not shelling out $30 per dog per night to board them.
However, I had no idea that dog racing could be so fun...and hopefully in the future, lucrative.
As for lucrative, no - I'm not pimping out my crazy-fast dogs.
But I did tell some relatives that the next time I'm in town, that they should come over and bring their lawn chairs and a tin can of quarters and even a cooler filled with beer and that we could sit outside of the Raceway and place random dog bets.
Like, I bet THE DAN gets to the top of the oval Raceway before Stan does.
Or, I bet Stan barks before the Pointer Sisters.
Or, within a sixty minute period, I bet Annabelle Lee goes around the Raceway more times than THE DAN or Handsome Stan.
We're talking high stakes betting. Big bucks. And who knows, perhaps by next summer, we'll start charging admission. Maybe I'll even start making apple turnovers for visitors.
~Handsome Stan, pondering why that, just because The Pointer Sisters are crazy-wild and would run to the next county in search of truffles if loose, why he has to suffer and hang out in the Earlysville Raceway at all...~
And yep, I'm going stir crazy.
Tomorrow is my last day.
God bless folks who care for the elderly and for those with cognitive impairment. I've been told that it is worse when it is your own parent, and I hope that is true. With your own parent, you know what the changes are, and you fight them, and want them to remember what you know they have known in the past. It's hard. I'm pretty much done for.