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 did show up he did nothing but complain and we smoked a lot of dope.  The work was getting done because I was doing it (kennel maintenance) but I didn't have the skill yet to get any run out of the dogs.

Then Wayne's girlfriend left him and Sal sold the kennel.  I still feel to this day that Sal didn't actually sell the kennel, I think he had someone fronting for him because he gambled too much and owed thousands of dollars around the track.  The couple who bought the kennel were out of Alabama and I had met them many times because they were Sal's friends.  They were good sturdy people but one of the first things they did was to tell me I had to take a pay cut or they would let me go.

There went the good old days of me being the highest paid help in he compound.  I was putting in an astronomical amount of hours (70 or 80 weekly) which is why they pay salaries instead of hourly wages in the dog business.  I stayed because it was my first kennel and I couldn't bear to leave my babies.  I had yet to discover the art of kennel hopping - an art which I perfected later on.

The Alderson's kept Wayne at first.  They were more hands on than Sal though and they quickly saw why the dogs weren't running.  He wasn't doing the work.  So they fired him.  The new trainer brought his own help with him and I was promptly fired but I immediately was hired into another kennel. 

Wayne got another job in a bottom kennel.  "You can't make a pig fly," as they say in the dog business especially when you have the kind of attitude Wayne had.  One day I watched him picking up dogs and I thought to myself, "that is the most depressed person I ever saw."  He went up to the kennel to do turnout.

ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!  There were police cars and ambulances and nobody was allowed in or out of the compound.  Of course word spread fast...Wayne was dead.  He hung himself in the kennel.

He died with his dogs

THE END.

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Comments

  1. JayDee

    Fricking heck Pam! I wasn’t expecting it to end like this. Remarkable story with good insights into the Dog racing business. Wayne: R.I.P.

    March 19, 2013
    1. damnpamn

      That was just my first 8 months. I got 15 years worth.

      March 19, 2013
      1. JayDee

        So was the reason why wayne committed suicide ever discovered?

        March 19, 2013
        1. damnpamn

          I believe he was miserable and tired. All the years in the dog business, working the long, hard hours in combination with the very hard work itself. There is tremendous pressure on a trainer to win. His drug and alcohol problems didn’t help and then the break up with a girlfriend. All his friends blamed her. But she was a party girl before she met him and she didn’t want to settle down and she never lied to him about it – so I was one of the few who didn’t blame her. She was young and he was worn out.

          I guess it was just “life”.

          March 19, 2013