A day at the races

I went to the races today with M and D. I had to pick the horses for D to back. I did well. I picked two winners in the first two races. D was very pleased. Then I had a snooze and missed the next two races. I woke to find the form guide in front of my eyes. "Which one Anna" he said. He looked a bit desperate. I was still dozy. I just pointed. I didn't look for the colours like the robin in the garden. Or the one with the spots like my dungarees. I just pointed.

"Brilliant" said D "That's the same horse as the tip we've been given". D rushed off to the bookies. I should have told him I hadn't studied the form. He came back. He was a bit excited. A friend had joined us. "Show him the horse you have chosen Anna" he said. He held the form guide in front of me. I looked. I pointed. At one, two and then a third horse. "Do you think I should back them" he said. He looked worried. The race started. It finished. My horse was seventh. It was a big field. Seventh was good but not good enough. D was grumpy for the rest of the day. He didn't ask me about the next race. He didn't win either.

There were lots of other toddlers at the racecourse. It was just like nursery. They all had lovely coloured tops and spotty caps. They were lucky. They sat on the horses. I wasn't allowed to. Maybe next time I will get to sit on the horses. I will have to practise my pointing.