Ok, this is not as bad as it sounds - they actually went to the dog racing on Friday night as part of Andy's birthday celebrations. They both thoroughly enjoyed it and placed some bets on the dogs, but without much success. Despite Bev's grandfather being a bookie, and despite studying the dogs' form and trying to identify which one had the biggest dump before the race, she did abysmally badly, mostly backing dogs that came in last.
We bears sneaked into the pit area of the dog track and tried to help her by feeding the other dogs some laxative chocolate, but it just didn't work. Her dogs all came in last except for one she chose by the very scientific method of liking its name - Itchy Scratchy - which came in 2nd! Doh!
So, despite the dogs not being as fast as stock cars, despite there only being one lap to each race, and despite not being allowed to wander around the pit area watching the dogs being repaired after each race, they both said they would go again. Hamish, we need more supplies of laxative chocolate!
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