Friday Hound Blogging

You know, as we look back over FHB entries, it occurs to us that we may have given you the impression that the overlords were not--how to say this politely--not smart enough to pick their noses without putting out an eye.

Of course, you have to figure that anyone who thinks animal exploitation is a career choice probably didn't get off the train with all their luggage in the first place if you take our point and we think you do.

Still, the overlords would probably be proudly displaying their Walmart Greeter School Diplomas if it weren't for another class of human flotsam even more...er...cognitavely challenged than they are. We speak, of course of the rubes.

Think about it. If the overlords couldn't count on the rubes being, well, rubes where would all those two dollar paydays come from? So, like the anthropologist valiantly scouring the outback in search of the missing tribe of Aborigines we have come across that lost tribe, that hidden civilization, that mythical kingdom of the stupidest people ever to almost make it through the day without soiling themselves.

But wait. What's this? Even as we observe the native ignoramus idioticus in his natural environment (lost in the parking lot outside the track entrance) there are...stories. Just half whispered conversations really. Rumors. Tales. There is another tribe, an offshoot, a break away nation, spurned even by the rubes.

It's the lost tribe of the lost tribe. A collection of individuals so clueless, so lacking in the slightest intellectual capacity, that even the rubes look down upon them.

Could this be true? Is it just the smoky remains of an old story passed down from rube to rube whose meaning has been lost in the mists of time?

Apparently not.

Yes, we have found the center of the stupid universe. There are people for whom betting on the dogs isn't dumb enough. They are willing t0 pay someone else to show them how to do it.

Well, it is "science" after all. And how do we know it's "Science?" Well, the proprietor promises to give your money back if you don't win and if you can't trust someone trying to take advantage of a rube's rube, who can you trust, huh Tipp?

Tipp is a big boy with a long body and long legs, but is cute and adorable too. He is very sociable and is always ready to visit with people or go for a walk. He is just learning to play in the yard where he loves to chase the soccer ball then bring it back to you. He is a Second Chance at Life Dog from the Coldwater Prison Program. Tipp would do well in a working family home with well-mannered children, 10 and up. He is good with other dogs and would probably be fine as an only dog. 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.

And if you 'd like to know more about the good work the Second Chance at Life program is doing for the dogs, and the prisoners, go here.