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Daddy found the race track. It’s not called the Rideau Carleton Raceway. It’s called the South Ottawa Baseball Diamond. He took me up for a race or two. The track is a diamond shape with gravel on one end and grass on the other. There is a very high tin fence all the way around - even higher on the gravel end. There are no starting boxes and no nets at the end to catch the overly enthusiastic dogs. And no Sparky. About 10 or 15 dogs run at a time - but sometimes more. There are people all over the track at the same time. We all put our muzzles on but there are no numbered jackets. Every dog claims to win. With no numbers who would know. Actually there is no course to run - we just run. When I’ve run enough I stop and claim very loudly to be the winner! At the end of each race we go to the tin fence for a drink and little lay down. And some pats and scratches by our proud owners. The hounds exchange social notes and race strategies. Suddenly somebody is up and off - the race is back on - at least until the next break. I really enjoy getting back into racing. I’m sure glad Dad found the track. Love Foxy |
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