So last weekend we all went dog racing for Helen's birthday. Growing up near Santa Anita and Hollywood Park I have certainly been horse racing . . . . but dogs?????
I have to say I enjoyed it. You could get much closer to the dogs than the horses. Before the race you could hear them barking, stand right next to the track, hear them panting as they zoomed by, it was really exciting.
I won the first race only, which was neat, and John won the second. What made it really amazing was that he bet on a dog with the name Freddie in his full name. As most of you now know, John's new nephew is named Freddie Wiseman. After our mutual wins we did do rather poorly, but enjoyed ourselves nonetheless.
John headed off to Bristol this past weekend and I stayed in town. A similar crew went out horse racing and my friend Kyla and myself came along. There was an Irish band playing at the track, it being St. Paddy's weekend and all, and the food selection was definitely better, but I think I enjoyed the dogs more. You could barely see the horses, understand the commentator, and well . . . I didn't win one race darn it!!!!
Helen has promised we will go back to the dogs soon. I hope so, my poor little heart can't take another night of being a betting loser.
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