when it rains it pours
From the 2005 ISE Pomona, to the Art Bark Festival in Squaw Valley, Greg was the soundtrack to most of my time jumping Chief. That first year jumping I saw more of Greg and his family than my own. It was a blast. To top off a really crappy week, Lorry and I just lost our beagle, Reagan. I still have four hounds but basically this is the first time in almost eighteen continuous years that I don't have a house dog. Our house is so lonely and sad and now the seemingly bottomless pit of sorrow I have been drowning in since Reagan's death has found an even deeper, darker depth with this horrible news. Back then jumping the circuit was something special and everybody involved treated each other like family right up to the final four and ribbon ceremonies. I'm going to get drunk now. -Pete
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