Raced Sam around the Braeburn block this afternoon.
He won.
I thought I still had a few years before he was going to be thrashing me. Sadly no. he won fair and square. I had nothing left when we turned up Autumn Hill and he easily blew by me.
Sigh. I am an old man.
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
