Bunny here again at the keyboard today. I have a special post today that I wanted to share with all of you. I hope you enjoy it.
One of my oldest blog friends is Pip, and he’s one of the few blog friends that I can say I’ve actually met in canine. He lives up near the windy city of Chicago and we went on the Canine Cruise together a couple of years ago. If you’ve been a long-time reader of our blog, you might also remember the big race we had a couple of years ago.
Pip is getting, well, a little long in the tooth and he’s had a few problems with his heart. The vet tells him he’s on limited time, so he’s on a world tour, crossing items off his bucket list so that when the time comes, he can say he’s done it all. Of course, no bucket list tour would be complete without our good friend, Puddles.
Since I’ve known Pip for a long time, I know that he has the heart of a champion, and that he has a dream of running a real race with some Greyhounds. This wouldn’t be one of those wagering type of deals, it’s simply a race for the thrill of the chase. There’s not a lot of exciting stuff for us to do here in the cornfield, so when Pip and Puddles arrived, I told them that we needed to drive a couple of hours up to Dubuque.
I’d called a few of my friends up there at the racetrack and a few of them were willing to run a race with Pip. I’m afraid that none of them took Pip’s desire to win a race seriously. It turns out that Pip is still one fast fellow and he really turned on the speed.
I offered to let Puddles race, too, but she said she wasn’t dressed for racing. She was happy to cheer Pip on from the sidelines, though. Just between you and me, I’m afraid that she was worried that she wouldn’t be fast enough to keep up with the other hounds, but it could also have something to do with the quantities of beer she was drinking, too. Just to be safe, I slipped the keys to the car out of her purse when she wasn’t looking. She certainly isn’t known for her restraint, and I wanted to be sure Pip got to finish his big tour.
After Pip won his race, we had a big party to celebrate his win. All the Greyhounds came up to congratulate him on his win. I suspect a few of them also asked him for his secrets to racing. Puddles laughed so hard when he told them it was the shoes that she fell off the chandelier she was swinging from. It was quite the party.
The Greyhounds finally told us they had to get to bed so they could be in racing shape for the next day. I wonder how many of them ordered shoes. Since the party had gone so late, we decided to spend the night at the kennel and then we headed home, but I decided to drive. After all, I have a license and I’m not so sure about Puddles’ credentials. She slept in the back seat the whole way, so I think she was glad to have a break behind the wheel.
All too soon, it was time for them to be on their way to their next stop. Pip, I’m honored that you’d share your Bucket List Tour with me. You’ve been a great friend for a long time and I love you, your wisdom and your sense of fun. Nobody knows more about a good cheeseburger than you. I hope that your tour lasts a long time and that you keep us smiling for a while longer.