Hello everyone. My name is Kassa and I am a racing greyhound.. sorry... I mean RECOVERING racing greyhound. I spent 3 years of my life training and racing. Basically I was chasing one high after another. Finally I hit rock bottom and they felt I was ready to move on and be rehabilitated. I was moved into a new home. They gave me a new identity (My racing name was Kassard B). Through warm beds, long naps I have been making the adjustment from my life of racing addiction.
Last weekend I had another big relapse. I don't know if its is some kind of test but the two legger who feeds me took me to the fenced area again and pulled out a red ball. Doesn't he know that red balls are like crack for recovering racers? Anyway ... what you are about to see isn't pretty but I feel it is best to come clean. The two legger said that "X-Racer doesn't mean X-Runner" but but personally I think that he is just rationalizing and enabling my addiction. It is sooo hard because it feels sooo good.