Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
Page 11
"Yes,
the competition's getter fiercer every year. But I don’t mind
it. Competition and comradery. That’s what it’s all
about."
Al pulled the transporter into a vacant space then immediately opened
his door, jumped out and attended to the horses. Nick went to
Concorde.
"Why don't you have a look around, James," I said.
"Yes, sir."
We stepped out of the transporter and into the brisk air. Al
had already removed the horses from the transporter and was leading
them in a wide oval to loosen their muscles. Concorde raised
his nose and stretched his legs. After many hours of
confinement he was happy to be in the fresh country air. So
was I. Nick attached a leash to the dog and they marched
toward the registration table.
"What happens next?" I asked Al.
"We wait our turn."
Al did an excellent job of mounting saddles on the two horses.
"Been working with horses long?" I asked.
"Since I could walk. My father had stables." He did
not look at me.
"It shows."
He nodded.
"How long have you worked for Nick?" I asked.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "Several months."
"What do you think is wrong with Concorde?"
© 2008 David Biagini