Bella, Tobias and the Race – Lisa’s Booby Trap did NOT run

Well, I got another letter from Bella today.

Apparently, Tobias owes her some bones now for the bet on a horse that got scratched.  Well… I’ll let her letter speak for itself.

I need you to woof into Uncle Tobias’s ear.  He has to be a more reasonable at the book.  He took my bet on Lisa’s Booby Trap, but her owner wouldn’t let her run in the rain and the muck Saturday.  She was scratched.  I can’t blame him.  It rained at Saratoga in the morning and the day turned steamy. The track had a horrible muck spray.  He loves that horse.

So with my human trainee gently snoring, I got the remote and picked the Monmouth morning line on cable.  I wanted to bet on Rachel Alexandra in the 11^th.

The old dog wouldn’t bite on taking the show bet.  I tried to convince him that it was a fair bet and I even upped the bones to 50 (I hope my human trainee never looks under his bed.  My stash would be gone in seconds).

He wouldn’t bite.  He just curled that upper lip a little and went back to his corner.  I guess he knew something was fishy.  Monmouth was courageous in taking that show bet.  Somebody said the pool for the show bet went into six figures, potentially up to a million.

Crankie that basset down the way said his master bet a few thousand “because it was a sure 5%”.  Crankie doesn’t know what that means.  He can’t even train his human.  He calls him master.  He tries to call me “cousin”, but as Mom always said, just because you are long, doesn’t mean you are smart.  Crankie can’t even hit the fireplug outside his house.

Get after Uncle and tell him he can’t take all his bones to heaven.  Tell him to be a better sport next time I want to bet.  As soon as I find out where Lisa’s Booby Trap is running, I want to place another bet.  I may even up the ante.

I hope you moved his bed because if he is wagging and snoring at least you will have eliminated the rhythm section.