I like that name.  My mom told me today that there was a horse by the name of “Big Brown” running in the Kentucky Derby.  She said he looked just like Ink and was absolutely gorgeous.  I wasn’t the least bit interested, I even forgot that today was the running.  It’s not such a hoot for me considering that behind the running is usually thousands of those horses that were bred for the dream of being in that race, failed and then were tossed out like Monday’s garbage.  It makes the Kentucky Derby something to look forward to.  Being the owner of the racing industries “Monday Garbage” doesn’t really make me say “oh goody the Derby is here!”  I love my horse and I have to be blunt here, screw all of you people who treat horses like $$ commodities.  

It was sad, however, to hear that the filly Eight Belles broke down and was later euthanized on the track.  Tragedy yes, but to all those people who felt for her, her owners, trainer, her staff, think about all the ones that die in slaughter houses inhumanely everyday.  Yes she was in the public’s eye at the biggest horse race, but lets not put a price tag on the pricless lives of those who didn’t make it to the “big” races. 

I’m down ranting on about that.  It just frustrates me.