This weekend the kids were sick, but we did let them out of the house for a few minutes Saturday afternoon. Cody had his first (and I suspect, last) race. It's an event that takes place each year on the same day as the Kentucky Derby.
Participants place their bets in dog biscuits, and the pups run (theoretically) in a straight line about 50 yards to their beloved owners. Cody did not seem to understand the point of the race, and he lost his first heat. Carrie felt so bad she only stayed for the first 5 races (the dogs ran 2 at a time). The good news, though, is that Carrie picked the winner of all 5 of the races that she watched. I'm scheming, I'm dreaming.