To
my husband, Terry Richards:
How
do I say 'Thanks?'
You
have scooped poop and handed out a
ton of cookies...
You
have celebrated our successes and
comforted me in our defeats...
You
had a bottle of champagne on ice when
our first champion finished...
You
helped a dog with a torn-up shoulder,
up and down and out
to potty - for
37
days...
You
tenderly tube fed fading puppies, and
comforted an old one
recovering
from
surgery...
You
never complained about the vet bills,
food bills or entry fees...
A
week after knee surgery you were out
on crutches, breaking the ice from
the
water buckets - in 12" of
snow...
You
helped me spin castles in the air,
dream impossible dreams and kept
going
when I wanted to quit...
You
are truly the 'Iron' in Ironhorse...
Thanks
honey,
Love,
Freddie |