Chet The Dog

Posts Tagged ‘horses’

Super Bowl

Broncos versus Seahawks? Aren’t Broncos a kind of horse? And Seahawks a kind of bird? Uh-oh.

 

Welcome Fonzie.

Congratulations, Hilton!

Here’s Hilton, Chet’s January Friend of the Month, and first friend of the year.

“He looks rather equine,” says Admin. “Just sayin’.”

“Hilton will be in the special place on the right for the month, and as soon as we get an address for Hilton’s human companion (send to spence.quinn@gmail.com), a signed copy of The Sound and the Furry will be winging its way,” Spence says.

“Next month this could be you! Just upload a photo to the friends gallery. They say it’s easy!”

“And Happy New Year, everybody! Your fondness for the Chet and Bernie stories means so much to us.”

Welcome new friends Quincy, Splash, Elijah Blue, Murphy, weary celebrant, Buddy & Kaidie & Raider.

 

They Shoot Horses

“What do we think about horse racing?” Spence says.

“It can be pretty exciting, right?” says Admin.

“But did you read the recent New York Times investigation piece, which unfortunately I can’t seem to link to?”

“I did not.”

“There seems to be widespread exploitation of the horses – and jockeys, too,” Spence says. “Here’s a quote: ‘A computer analysis of data from more than 150,000 races, along with injury reports, drug test results and interviews, shows an industry still mired in a culture of drugs and lax regulation and a fatal breakdown rate that remains far worse than in most of the world.’ The horses are often pumped up with performance-enhancing drugs and also pain-maskers – which seems especially horrible in my opinion. More than 3000 horses a year are put down because of racing injuries, often right there at the track. Some states are worse than others – the Times’ reporting from New Mexico was particularly damning.”

“So,” says Admin, “we’re dealing here with human greed?”

Hat tip: Lily.

Welcome two waiting dudes, Maeve, Moe, guarding dude, Rufus, playful dude, potential date.

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We seem to be on an island in a warm, sunny place. Did that happen last Christmas? There’s a tiny little airport. We have to go back and forth picking people up. I ride shotgun. Roosters? Out the yingyang, and they crow all night. As for real crows, haven’t seen any yet. Also, lots of horses. There’s one right on the road!

“Chet? You’re leaning a little too far out there, buddy.”