Lucky Girl. Im Lucky Girl the Greyhound the pride of all the track, I ran like the wind again and again and never once looked back. If only the punters would have known that before I ran my race, I spent 23 hours in a dirty old cage ...my owners secret disgrace. Ive seen many dogs break a limb Ive seen the ones who run slow, the dogs who do not make the grade I know where they all go. I long for a rug by the fire not in my kennel wet, If only they saw how I live when theyve finished placing bets. Im Lucky girl the Greyhound with a coat as black as night, I speak for all us runners and tell you of our plight. Although my name was Lucky Girl my life was a living hell, I was used and bred for profit so my story I will tell. Only when racing stops and the runners stop being bred, will we stop seeing yesterdays winners with bullets in their heads. Please remember Lucky Girl now my racing career is done, I will finally see paradise and in lush, green fields Ill run. Copyright By June Burden 2014 xxx
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 09:45:07 +0000
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