In 1991, Americans wagered $3.5 billion on greyhound racing in the United States. A decade and a half later, the number had dropped to $1.1 billion, a 68% decline. You don’t have to be an economist to draw the conclusion: Dog racing in America is in a rapid, inexorable death spiral. The Las Vegas Sun highlighted the industry’s plight this week as the American Greyhound Track Owner’s Association (AGTOA) met for their annual convention there.
Each year attendance drops at the convention. This year’s gathering is expected to draw about 120 people. Fifteen years ago the tally was upwards of 400. The industry is in such rapid decline that a growing number of dog track owners are finding common ground with animal-rights groups hoping to put live dog racing out of its misery.
In Iowa, for example, Harrah’s Entertainment is trying to outlaw part of its gambling business and is willing to pay the state $7 million a year for the privilege.
Just to reiterate that last line: Harrah’s is willing to pay Iowa $7 million NOT to support dog racing? That’s saying something. While I hate to see hard-working Americans lose their jobs in a down economy, this is a case of economic Darwinism I can live with. (Thanks to schnauzerfan for the tip.)
If you’ve ever thought about adopting a retired racer, there has never been a better time.
Unclear on the concept of charitable fund-raising: In St. Louis, the Animal House Fund has been working hard to raise money for a new city pound. Wait, let me back up. They’ve been working hard to raise money. The whole city pound part of the equation seems to be less of a priority than originally believed. According to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, almost $500,000 has been spent by the Animal House Fund so far, and they’ve raised $600,000 since 2004. That means it cost them 83 cents to raise a dollar, with no dollars ever having been spent to start building the pound they were tasked with funding. To be sure, there were plenty of high profile, gala black tie affairs, oh yes.
And despite a full calendar of trivia nights, cocktail functions and other soirees, not a single brick was laid for the new pound. Organizers acknowledge that most of the money raised went into overhead and administrative fees. Political missteps — such as choosing a location that was later opposed by residents — also caused long delays.
Mayor Francis Slay, saying the city can no longer wait as animals suffer, earlier this month ordered the current pound closed. He has instructed the city to seek outside help for shelter services, in effect ending Animal House’s effort to build a new pound.[...] “So many good people were involved and nothing was happening,” said Suzanne Phelan, a former Animal House board member. “I got more and more frustrated.”
As well you should, Ms. Phelan. You, the good people and the animal community of greater St. Louis, were the victims of an old-fashioned boondoggle.
Lojack® for dogs: Do you have AT&T? Do you have a dog? If so, listen up. Our pal omidog says that AT&T is introducing collars that will track your dog, and send the pooch’s location to your wireless AT&T device. I use Verizon Wireless, so I’m outta luck, but all you iPhone and other AT&T aficionados, please feel free to supply a product review.
Let us define some terms, shall we? I loves me some YesBiscuit, and no more so than when Shirley puts on her language cap and stands on her little soapbox. From here on in, when I use the terms she mentions, you may assume that I mean them the way she defines them. Brava, Shirley. I am excerpting one of the (but perhaps not the) most wonderful snippets. You, gentle reader, must head over to YesBiscuit to savor the rest. The only thing I didn’t like about the post was that I didn’t write it myself.
Getting rid of pets – I am not the mob. I don’t get rid of my pets. I may place a pet in a new home with screened applicants but this is intended to be an “upgrade” for the pet by placing him in a more fitting situation. I’m not snuffing him out or even putting him out of sight, out of mind. I am hoping to improve the pet’s quality of life by placing him in an environment where he is more likely to thrive than if he stayed in my home. This is a good thing, not a cement-shoes-and-a-river thing.
Phatman on the road: You’re familiar with phatman, from badrap, right? He’s an irresistibly cute pit bull terrier, and he’s got a report from the road (well, technically, Cindy’s the reporter). We have pictures. I am envious of phatman for many reasons. First off, he’s more photogenic than I am. Also, he met some gorgeous horses on his trip, but mostly, in one of the pictures he’s posing in front of the Louisville Slugger Museum & Factory in Louisille, Kentucky. You see that big yellowish brown thing on the left side of the picture? That’s an enormous baseball bat (you can see it better here). I’ve always wanted to go there. Baseball season is about to start, and he was in Louisville, at a true baseball mecca (yes, also the home of Churchill Downs). He’s a lucky dog, is all I’m saying.
The coolest, furriest dog to have in Beijing: Quick quiz: What’s the trendy dog to have today in China’s growing community of the super rich? I’ll give you a few hints: it’s big. Actually, it’s huge. It’s very, very slobbery. It’s not known for being lovable. And it’s got more hair than any ten people you know. Give up? The Tibetan mastiff.
After splurging on real estate in Australia, American thoroughbreds and European designer fashions, China’s rich see the Tibetan mastiffs as a new status symbol. China is now home to an estimated 825,000 millionaires, its most in modern history, and its luxury goods market is one of the fastest growing in the world. Among the must-haves for rich men in northeast China, the official Xinhua News Agency recently said was a young beautiful wife, a Lamborghini and a Tibetan mastiff, “the bigger and more ferocious the better.”
Careful, though.
Passers-by were told only to admire the dogs from afar and not get near them because they’re hostile to strangers — all the better for protecting flocks and herders on the isolated Tibetan plateau, where they originated.
Yeah, don’t sign me up for one, thanks. However, thank you to Susan Fox for the story.
Note: Your trusty reporter is headed out on the road for the weekend. I’ll be meeting up with Dr. Becker, Gina, Liz and a few thousand of my closest new friends in the pet product community at the Global Pet Expo in sunny Orlando. Expect to hear from one or all of us at some point over the weekend, blogging on what we’ve found and especially like. Stay tuned.
Photo credits: Dogtrack art: Chris Morris, Las Vegas Sun. Phatman: badrap.com.