Well that don't make me feel any better cramped up in the back of this truck, bouncing from side to side. It's enough to make you sick to your stomach. Every time I lean against one side an old black bitch growls at me and on the other side is an old blue dogs a yelping "Willie Nelson's On the Road Again". Bet all us dogs in this truck know every country song ever written, cause if we're not at the track we're parked outside some bar. I bet I've seen every bar in the south.

Whoa, hold on buddy. Quick turns and power slides across gravel used to scare the hell out of me, but not any more. I know he just found another roadside bar. I wonder why they never pave the parking lots. Well it must be a human thing. Dogs don't understand most things humans do anyway. Most things I figure is just stupid. Like having me run around in a circle after a rabbit, which ain't no rabbit. It's just a white sock! Well as soon as I found that out I just quit running so hard. I mean why should I get in a sweat over a white sock? That old blue, he's been around a while and he said I better quit foolin' around and start running my butt off or they will take me to the vet, and when you go there you don't come back. I just said shine it old man. Maybe the vets a good place, it couldn't be worse than this cage. It's panting hot in this truck when it's not moving and I want to pee. We've been in here since this morning and I'm about to bust. The bitch already did it but I'm going to hold out. If it's one thing I hate it's laying in pee and poop.