The hoity-toity of Melbourne are out in force today for the Caulfield Cup Spring Carnival. Ladies in their high heels with dead birds on their heads, clutching onto their little matching purses. The men in their suits, flashing their latest technical doodad & the car they bought on credit. I wonder just how much thought they give to the horses, out their galloping away as fast as they can, being whipped into submission. What happens to them when they can no longer run? Some hopefully will retire to a good home, but not all. I know for a fact that countless greyhounds end up in a Melbourne medical research lab having all kinds of ghastly things done to them. After years of hard work, after giving all they've got and this is their reward...... talk about a life of servitude.
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