Two racehorses were walking across the paddock after having had a very unsuccessful day. One said to the other: "Do you know, if I continue to perform this badly, my owner will sell me for dogmeat."
The other replied: "I know, but I can't understand it. We're both from good stock, we have excellent trainers and we're as fit as any other horse in the field, so why are we always last?"
A German Shepherd dog which had been trotting alongside piped up: "I can answer that. I go to a lot of races with my owner and I've seen you both before. The trouble is, you're starting too fast and using all your energy before the first furlong. Then, when it comes to the final thrust, you've nothing left to give. My advice to you is to pace yourself; hold something in reserve then, when you're a couple of hundred yards from the finish, go for broke. All the other horses will be knackered, and you'll be nice and fresh."
The first horse looked at the other and said.....
"************ me, a talking dog."