Hair Metal Lives…

My latest foster pooch is named Poison. He doesn’t look Poison or act like Poison (except when he lifts his leg on things he shouldn’t) but such is the life of a racing greyhound. My hope is that his new family will change it to a more fitting moniker.

But in the spirit of the season, I gathered with other retired racers and their families for a little celebration. My boy was – what else? – a heavy metal rocker.

What you can barely see through all the curls is an Ozzy Osbourne tee and a red bandana tied around his front leg. He was quite popular with the ladies 🙂

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