O'Brien drove Scott Frost to the front of the judges' stand, where they draped the blanket of roses around the colt's neck, and a swarm of photographers and rail jumpers surrounded him for a half hour. Watching his chance, Milt Leid grabbed the roses, slipped through the crowd before souvenir-seekers tore them to shreds. Back at the stables, he hung the blanket carefully on a low rope near the winner's stall, and began receiving congratulations from a stream of other trainers, grooms, drivers and plain harness fans.
Little Dog had been waiting patiently for his friend to return to the stall. He sniffed at the roses, liked what he smelled and took a tentative bite of the nearest blossom. Perhaps in the day's excitement they'd forgotten to feed Little Dog; maybe he just liked roses. Anyway, while Leid was shaking hands and saying thank you, and before Scott Frost was brought to his stall in triumph, Little Dog had made his dinner on eight red Hambletonian roses.