Gone to the dogs

Here's where I went dogging last night.

I placed my bets on the beasts on the basis of instinct, and their names. I backed a few decent ones: Limper's Fool, The Hobbler, Droopy Gut, and best of all Stinking Mangy Runt at £20 to win. Just look what I got!

The bugger stumbled out of the trap, fell over and laid there panting to be put out of it's misery. Bit like me after a big old session on the Magner's, I suppose - but with much better breath.