Greyhound Racing

While over in England visiting the brother at the weekend I had my first chance to see some greyhound racing. I've never been to horse racing either, but somehow I think this was actually more fun. It was Mothers Day and and Sunday - Free Admission! - so we couldn't lose. It was hard to discern just by looking at them which dogs might have the edge (their recent form was written down in the racing sheet using some sort of incomprehensible abbrv. code). We tried to judge by which dogs smelled which other dogs' butts, which ones took a dump on the grass before or after the race, and which ones started yelping while they were stuck in their cages before the race. All to no avail. I guess they don't even realise they're in a race, content just to run after the mechanised rabbit with all the others. We successfully placed a series of bets on different dogs and different races and ..amazingly.. didn't win a single thing. After the first couple of races we vowed to keep betting until we won all our money back, but it's that kind of twisted reasoning that gets peoples legs broken by a big bald guy with no front teeth.