He was eloquently drunk, lovingly and pugnaciously drunk. Blowing on a glass, polishing it and glancing at Elmer through its flashing rotundity, the bartender remarked that he wasn't much of a hand at this here singing business. No bartender could have done other than smile on Elmer, so inspired and full of gallantry and hell-raising was he, and so dominating was his beefy grin. Bes' roommate in world.
I was at the Hard Rock Cafe in Atlanta speaking with a couple. Told them I had to get away for the weekend. I thought about it and decided to attempt it and went that weekend. Adored the experience and the people I met. They made me feel so welcome and everything looked so natural. We went the next weekend and spent two days there.
To you. Ideally, the tracks should be forced to find homes or provide a retirement community, there would be no dogs if not for racing profits. I doubt that all these dogs will be euthanized, many if not all will be adopted. We euthanize millions of unwanted pets every year, do you cry about that?