The idea sort of makes sense in a weird sort of illogical way. See, the only thing the overlords know how to do is take advantage of people with even less common sense than they have (Don't worry honey, I'll win the rent money back tomorrow). And since it's becoming painfully obvious that no one with an IQ above that of car exhaust likes to see the units exploited anymore, finding another way to fleece the rubes...er...provide gaming opportunities is the only way the overlords can see to avoid the labor market.
So how's that working out?
Like the landmark Derby Lane greyhound track in St. Petersburg, dog tracks around the country are losing ground in the competition for the casual gambler, as increased availability of slot machines, state lotteries with huge payouts, and off track betting in many states have given people other places to spend their gambling dollars.
Yeah. Well, cheer up. It could be worse. At least your boss won't shoot you for not increasing profit. Well, not right away anyway, right Stroker?
Stroker is settling in. He goes to the toy basket and pulls them all out and drops them but doesn’t really play with them. He is a happy boy and his tail goes around like a helicopter. He follows his foster mom around most of the time. He’s right there and has to know everything that is going on. Stroker would do fine with a working family with children over the age of 5. He is good with other dogs, but he could also be good as an only dog, since he attaches himself to the people in the home more than the foster family’s greyhound. For more information about this dog, and other rescued racing greyhounds looking for homes, go here. If you don't know about the plight of racing greyhounds go here.
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