doris and i were invited to a day at the dog races today.
as my favoured island friends will know, all dogs are called kevin, and i own them all - i just rent them out now and then.
so they couldn't very well not invite us, could they?
but it did make betting a bit confusing.
so i came up with a cunning plan, with the result that poor doris was up all night.
but that's another story.
no, what i did was get the island branch of extreme WI to knit little overcoats for them in proper racing colours.
and didn't they look natty!
slight snag - they hadn't allowed for much movement.
so a few unfortunate dogs were handicapped either by their jackets slipping down and trapping their legs, or flipping up and covering their eyes.
kev the jack russell was blinded and was last seen sprinting down the slipway onto the mid-afternoon ferry.
doris missed most of the fun because she was chatting up kev the hot dog man.
she told me later there was a special offer on his jumbo hot dog.
i bet there was.
