Frankie

As I wrote in my last column I made a bet with my dad if I won Steel City I could get a puppy. Well my dad hates dogs but went ahead and agreed knowing with how my season had been going up to that point the chances of me winning were pretty slim. I think I was more excited about getting a puppy than actually winning. I spent the next month looking on line for the perfect one. A male harlequin great dane, that lives within driving distance because I am too cheap to pay an extra $300 for shipping. And finally I found him, named John Travolta when I bought him I changed it to Frank, or Frankie. That's him next to my mastiff-cross Endo, he is only 3 months old now but by the time he is 6 months he will be bigger than Endo. He is my pride and joy, I will keep you posted on how he is doing and maybe you will get the chance to meet him at a race sometime next summer:)