The Story of The Talking Dog

Two race horses have just been worked out on the practice track, and are being led back into the stable.

After the stable boy leads them into their stalls, the first race horse tells the second, “Hey, did you notice something odd about that guy?  I don’t know, he just doesn’t seem right to me”.

The second race horse responds, “No, he’s just like all the other stable boys, and the grooms, and the trainers, and the jockeys – just another short, smelly guy with a bad attitude, ‘Push, push, push, run harder…We don’t care if you break down, just move it, eat this crap, and get back to your stall”.

The first race horse says, “Yeah, I know what you mean!  This game is just a big rat race, and I’m really tired of it.”
A stable dog has been watching the two of them talk, and he can’t contain himself.

“Fellas”, he says.  “I don’t believe this!  You guys are RACEHORSES.  I don’t care what they say about lions, YOU GUYS are the kings of the animal world!  You get the best digs, you get the best food, you get the best health care, and when you run and win, you get roses and universal adulation.  Even when you lose, people still think you’re great and give you sugar cubes.  And if you have a great career, you get put out to stud, and have an unimaginable blast better than anything Hugh Hefner ever imagined.  Even if you’re not in demand as a stud, you still get put out to pasture, which is a mighty fine way to spend your life, if you ask me.  I mean, you guys just don’t appreciate how good you have it!”

To which, the first race horse turns to the second race horse and says, “Would you look at this!   A talking dog!”