Gino No-Go (3 min read)
In my travels, I've come across dogs of all shapes and sizes while at the track. I'd carry massive envy for for the loyal pups I'd see laying under EZ-up's, chillin' inside the trailers, or wandering around the paddock saying hi to everyone. Man, how cool would that be to have a four-legged track companion?
I held onto the image of owning a dog that hops in the front seat the moment I opened the car door, eagerly wanting to go for a drive. Or, a dog that takes a snooze next to a stack of R888's, unfazed by the sounds of high revs and throttle blips at Laguna Seca. Maybe I'd even buy him his first breakfast burrito at Buttonwillow.
Fast forward a few years (and many plea bargains), I adopted an adorable Terrier mix from the OC shelter. As my soon-to-be car buddy, I was ready for our first track event. Boy, was I in for a surprise! Gino, or as I now call him, "Gino, no-go" , is as interested in cars, as I am with paying taxes. Everyday, just to get him in the car, I have to awkwardly chase him as he walks backwards from the open door. I've placed him in the race car for what I thought would be a sweet photo-op: Nope, not gonna happen. I once took him for a quick ride around the block in the Porsche, and he horrifically jumped from the passenger seat to mine, knocking the gear lever out of place on his way to my lap. WTF?! Is this even possible? Can a dog really hate cars this much?! On our nightly walks, if we happen to pass the car, he locks all fours, and pulls in the other direction. Ginoooo!
Although crushed, I've come to the realization that Gino just isn't a car guy/dog. Like a good parent, I'll let him find his own passion. Or perhaps I'd be the first person to try taking a cat to the track..
I hope some of you may have some better stories...