high time to invade cuba, page-11

my true dog god story Whilst we on the subject of dogs...
When I was a kid I went to the horse races, possibly for the first time, with my father. I think I had $10 to spend.
We looked at the horses of one particular race being paraded in front of the spectators before the race.
I saw a white polka dotted horse and laughed at it and said someing to the effect that that wouldn't even have a chance.
I placed my bet an on another horse, and we went up to the stand and watched the race.
The polka dotted horse won and payed $100 for a win. Assumedley, because it had never won a race and had poor odds.

I suppose there is a moral to that