Well, we are the collective family of cats that got the cream this morning. Our little greyhound lad, affectionately known as Doofus, won his first race last night and bloody hell it was SO exciting I nearly popped. He came in a good length and a half in front and we yelled and shouted and made total arses of ourselves. Then I did that really embarrassing thing of standing in the queue for the tote (yes, I bet on him too!) telling everyone that he was our dog and asking if they saw him win. But I don’t care, because he’s a WINNER, yippee!!
Woo-hoo!!!!!!