Dashed hopes
I met a woman the other day who'd been a member of a racing syndicate with a very successful horse. He'd won a number of races in the UK so they decided to enter him for a race in Dubai. They all decided to fly over to watch the race and to take a box at the course. Races in Dubai are in the evening to avoid the heat. They gathered in their box and sipped their champagne. The race began. Their horse was not running well. Their horse was not going to win, in fact he was going to finish in last place. He was indeed last. He crossed the finishing line and then collapsed and died. They wept in their box.
posted by Whispering Walls at 10:49 am
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My father once told me NEVER to buy a racehorse. He said the tricks and cons were of such sophistication and deviousness that even a Philadelphia lawyer had problems with them.
He once owned a horse ( in the thirties) that won 27 out of its 28 races.
The only race the trainer said it would be a sure winner was... the one it lost....
Your father must have been delighted with it, nevertheless!
A friend moved to Dubai with her husband, two children and dog a few years ago. Gina was a rescue dog, a beautiful Alsatian. She never got used to Dubai and shortly after settling in there, she died of a stroke. The heat was the cause of it. Sad.
How sad.
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