The Preakness

This evening when daddy came home to let us out back, we had a little variation on the race to the fence. Instead of the Kentucky Derby, like usual, he described it to mommy as…well, the Preakness.

He opened the door as usual. But, I (Brown) who normally gets “a jump out of the gate” got sidetracked because Terry, our pool friend, left treats for his most delicious treats Rocco was half way across the yard when I recovered. Focused, I catch and passed him; easily reaching the fence before him.

Rocco may be graceful. But I’m lightening fast.