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