The Trifecta

That's what they called us.  There was Roberto and David and I working in a kennel.  David was the trainer and Roberto was his brother. They were Nicaraguan.  They told me they walked all the way from Nicaragua to the US when David was 5...

I had the best of intentions

One time I had a couple of rabbits.  They were happy little rabbits that lived in a hutch.  The hutch was in the middle of my yard where my greyhounds would loaf.  Those two arch enemies of the bunnies had become used to them and ignored them whenever...

The Worst Kennel I Ever Worked In

I was watching The Animal Planet Channel last night and was reminded of the reason I wanted to start a blog. I have spent my life changing the lives of animals and bringing various abuses to to attention of others. I was working at the Palm Beach...

GONE TO THE DOGS: Wayne's bitter end

Wayne was partying like a rock star and I was doing all the work.  I didn't have the experience to do the work though and the kennel stopped running.  The more it didn't run the more depressed he became and the less he would show up.  When he...

GONE TO THE DOGS: a problem I couldn't handle

For the first month Wayne and I worked together I did get my time off.  After the dogs started running he started to miss work.  At first I was picking up a little extra then I was doing extra turnouts and then I was only getting one turnout a week...

GONE TO THE DOGS: one at a time

Wayne came in the next morning and helped to do beds, sprint dogs and of course we went to Shoney's for breakfast.  As we were getting to know each other the other  trainers kept stopping by our table.  I was fascinated that they all seemed to...

GONE TO THE DOGS: super trainer introduces himself

Wayne Simpkins was the first super trainer I ever worked for.  Word got around the compound fast that he was coming and I was intrigued by the fact that all the "old timers" were in awe of him.  Their reaction to the mention of his...

GONE TO THE DOGS: Help is on it's way

Weeks dragged into months.  Three months to be exact.  No days off, not even a turnout.  I was working seven days a week, twelve to eighteen hours a day.  I was becoming a burned out mess.  About this time Jeff hired a new helper named...

GONE TO THE DOGS: Sal sinks to a new low

"Pam, I have to tell you something,"  Danford came to me with a serious look on his face - something I hardly ever saw on him. "What?"  He had my attention immediately. "I saw Terri at the track last night." "I haven't seen her in...

GONE TO THE DOGS: fixing weights

Sal never showed up.  Jeff did.  That was a shocker. He got out of the truck and told me to follow him, we had work to do. "Where's Sal,"  I asked. "Uh, he and Terri are having a big fight at the house. He paid me to come fix this.  He...

GONE TO THE DOGS: I have a target on my back

About a month later Sal came in the kennel one morning.  "Got big news, got big news,"  he said,  "Meet Barry.  I just bought a puppy kennel and Barry is going to run it for us, aren't you Barry?"  Barry was a pleasant looking man. ...

GONE TO THE DOGS: we make a pact

When I went to work the next morning I knew what I had to do.  Nobody showed up as usual until Terri got there even later than usual.  I was doing beds and she joined in to help me.  I was right about thinking Sal would be too depressed to...

GONE TO THE DOGS: grehound abuse

"Okay Sal," I said.  Sal was too quiet and that was not like him.  I knew that the less I said the better off I would be.  Sal went into the kennel as I was unloading the dogs from the truck.  I heard a crate door open in the kennel but I...

GONE TO THE DOGS: the stakes race

As the weeks wore on Sal drove me crazy.  He became more and more frenzied as the stakes race drew closer.  The Goose ran first in the semi-finals and Sal crowed about it more and more each day.  I saw Jeff at the track one day.  He had...

GONE TO THE DOGS: Sal's in charge (cont.)

To hear him say that was a relief to my ears.  When Sal was around it usually made the morning drag by.  It was hard to work around him.  Sal left a massive tip like he always did and we took off for the kennel.  He was singing the whole way...

GONE TO THE DOGS: Sal's in charge

          "Pam, hey Pam, what's happening?" "Sal, what are you doing here?" It was ten in the morning and I hadn't seen anybody yet, not that that was unusual or anything. I had been in the kennel for about three months now and Jeff had...

GONE TO THE DOGS: my first dog fight

That night Jeff and I were doing turnout.  He went in the kennel and I was standing on the sidewalk watching the dogs.  They were all lying around the pen sleeping.  All of a sudden for no reason whatsoever Vaporizer jumped up and started...

GONE TO THE DOGS: new girl screws up

I pulled up to the house and I dragged my butt inside.  Bobby was waiting for me.  He had dinner ready.  “So, how was it?  Did you like it?” “Oh God, it was the greatest day ever,” I told him as I started to pull off my nasty clothes.  “Do...

GONE TO THE DOGS: my first night at the races

Finally the races started.  I watched the first race and Jeff showed up.  “Follow me,” he instructed. “I have to show you what we do with the dogs after they run."  We walked to an area at the back of the track.  “Here’s the hose.  See how...

GONE TO THE DOGS: my first weigh-in

I didn’t realize that I would not be able to go home after work.  I lived over an hour from the track.  I was filthy after a morning in the kennel so I went to my dad’s car lot which was about 10 minutes from the track. I washed myself off in...

GONE TO THE DOGS: the end of my first morning

As we walked in the door at Shoney's, Sal was waving "Over here you guys, over here. You guys help yourselves to whatever you want," Sal said as Jeff rolled his eyes. "I'm buying of course" "Thank you, Sal", I said as the waitress walked up...