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BREEDER OF MERIT
On the first day, God created the Greyhound.
On the second day, God created man to serve the Greyhound.
On the third day, God created the animals of the Earth to serve as potential food for the Greyhound.
On the fourth day, God created honest toil so that man could labor for the good of the Greyhound.
On the fifth day, God created the tennis ball so that the Greyhound could or could not retrieve it.
On the sixth day, God created veterinary science to keep the Greyhound healthy and the man broke. (AMEN!!!)
On the seventh day, God tried to rest, but he had to walk the Greyhound……
On the eighth day, God believeth that He was done, but Lo! The Garden of Eden was full of Greyhound poop and craters. Adam & Eve, having been banished from the garden, no longer dwelleth therein to serve the Greyhound, so it came to pass that He had to clean the mess up Himself. And God was displeased.
On the ninth day, God sayeth unto the Heavens, "Who hath dominion here, me or the Greyhound?
On the tenth day, God came upon the Greyhound cockroached on His throne and abideth there unmoving, despite all His beseeching.
And so it came to pass that God had his answer. He then sayeth unto Moses, "Fine! You’re in charge now. Here’s my ten commandments. You deal with the Greyhound! I’m retiring to Miami Beach!
And Moses convinced the Pharaoh to let the Israelites go out of bondage in Egypt and journey to the Promised Land. God sayeth unto Moses, "The Promised Land shall be yours, but you must take the Greyhound with you.
And so it came to pass that the Israelites wandered for 40 years in the wilderness, waiting for the Greyhound to go potty, mark every bush and sniff every blade of grass in its domain.
And the Greyhound was fruitful and multiplied.
The people were taken by the comliness and manner of the Greyhound, but they were sorely distressed. "Lord" they cried out, "The Greyhound is an attractive and sweet creature, but there are so many, what shall we do?"
And God sayeth unto the people, "Ye are a cursed people and shall be known as adopters! Thy yards shall be barren of grass. Thy dwellings shall overflow with dog beds, squeaky toys and Greyhound kitsch. Thy carpets shall be forever stained. Thy vet bills shalt be large and thy lives forever ordered around by the Greyhound. And thy minds shall be muddled, as thou shalt treat thy Greyhounds as thy do your human offspring."
And Adopters begat Chippers. And Chippers begat Fosters. And Fosters begat Adoption Groups. And Adoption Groups begat Discussion Lists. And Discussion Lists begat Gatherings. And Gatherings begat Vendors. And Vendors begat a wardrobe for the Greyhound. And the Greyhound was spoiled.
God looked down on this and was pleased.
I've had a couple of good wrecks with greyhounds and green colts. One time I'll never forget was when the dogs jumped a jack rabbit and ran it between my colt's legs and and the greyhounds followed it. The colt blew his lid that day and I could have scored a 88 on saddle broncs that day . . . . .
Those familiar with dog shows will see the humor in this . . .
Some race horses staying in a stable. One of them starts to boast about his track record. "In the last 15 races, I've won 8 of them!"
Another horse breaks in, "Well in the last 27 races, I've won 19!!"
"Oh that's good, but in the last 36 races, I've won 28!", says another, flicking his tail.
At this point, they notice that a greyhound dog has been sitting there listening. "I don't mean to boast," says the greyhound, "but in my last 90 races, I've won 88 of them!"
The horses are clearly amazed.
"Wow!" says one, after a hushed silence. "A talking dog!"