Der Dary, I will tell you about the races. It was a big and tiring day. For the first time, Loba was wearing a hat, it was pink and had roses. Fifi’s hat was yellow and Rocky had a green baseball cap. Zorro had a top hat, like the magicians on TV. I did not know we were supposed to wear hats, so I grabbed my old Santa hat. (By the way dear Diary, only in Heaven does dogs wear hats voluntarily. Don’t make dogs on Earth wear hats!)
The race arena was intimidating; lots of dogs everywhere, betting, eating, barking and creating a racket in general. Some were elegantly groomed with decorated collars and scarves.
The racing dogs were another breed, literally. Quiet, slinky, shivering Greyhounds. They are beasts, extreme running machines. I could not believe how fast they got around that track. I think Zorro was flabbergasted too. Rocky, Fifi and Loba were cheering and screaming for the leader in every race, but Zorro was quiet. Maybe he was losing money?
A pack of Italian Greyhounds were seated next to me and they were so excited. One called Sliver told me they are here to learn the trade until they have grown up. Sliver had been a pet on Earth but always wanted to be a racer. I did not have the heart to tell him the truth. Sliver said he was training every day.
The most important race of the day was won by a stripy grey and brown Greyhound called Blizzard. He had been a racing star on Earth as well. Blizzard walked around with a wreath around his neck and gave autographs. Loba and Fifi got one, but Zorro and Rocky did not bother, I did not care either. Blizzard seemed kind of haughty.
Zorro says he will not go back again. “Don’t agree with all that gambling, it is not moral.”
I don’t think I like the races either, too much commotion. And the Greyhounds have a superior attitude. Like they are looking down on other dogs.
Must stop writing, need to sleep.
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