It was 32 outside. 32! We loved it, don’t get me wrong, but to run in it? Buster just said “NO WAY” he is such a Florida dog. When we got to the race site, Buster ripped off his collar and took off. No kidding. He ran to say hi to other dogs, and he did come back to us. But he wasn’t into the whole collar thing that day. We went over to registration and even got our gift bags. There was just too much confusion. Buster wasn’t interesting in running, we were cold, there was no place for Barry and Sock to wait, and we called it a day and went to breakfast. Buster definitely proffered that. They each had some scrambled eggs and bacon from Gina’s café. We then went home and sat by a lovely fire and watched movies all day. Heck, the Humane Society still got its donation right?