Dragons and roosters

Correct me if I am wrong, but today a bunch of men ran around a paddock chasing a ball. It was called a grand final.  I can get that chasing balls are fun. What worries me is that one lot thought they were

dragons.








And the other lot thought they were chooks or specifically

Roosters.

It has taken me a while to grasp the delusional content of this game, beause I have never seen a dragon, let alone a chook chasing a ball.

And to make matters worse there where a lot of people watching

and they were all thinking the same thing,  It was like a mass delusion.

Then it all ended and one team won and all the blokes were crying. They were all, having a big sook.
And I thought to myself.
"Its just a game and they are crying."

What a bund of sooks.

I never cried when I lost races.

Little lavender never cried when she got stuck in the bunny hole and had to be rescued by Joseph.

Even Peter doesnt cry when he fails target practise with Baldy.

And I especially didnt cry when the honey container got stuck on my face and they had to pull it off and half my whiskers got pulled out.

And even though I thought it is  the most horrible thing you could do to a hound, I dont cry when they give me a bath.

So I think these delusional football players need to (as Uncle Peter says) go to bunnings and buy a tin of harden the fuck up.  Its humiliating to roosters and dragons to carry on like that. And as a greyhound its embarrassing to watch.

Thanks goodness I have a normal human family.